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tobacco stained nightmares in alcoholic sweat the closet door pedophile is preening on the net as laughing gas dentist yank teeth from a grin he smiles through the picket fence of his, distorted sin I’ m not sure what this about just mental masturbation with a climax of doubt pre-cum verses dripping down societies chin lethal contraceptive impregnating spin there’s a digital recording of a life you didn’t plan kept in sight by the face on a clock without hands this cell phone is a tether with invisible string keeping us connected like the spice on a chicken wing and I, I am a miracle I am super man without all the cool stuff you, you are my kryptonite but, without you I would die anyway it’s a tricky thing, this life some die heroic, others live in strife while this flat tire turnstile keeps me on the side so I trade one for another and the other’s just the same lessons never learned are destined for the flame even the good girls sometimes get wax across the chest and the bad boys swarm when angels need to rest you trade one for another and the other’s just as lame keeping with the theory of inertial reference frame shadowboxer curser, blank computer screen misfit island luau in honor of the queen smoke signal drifters infiltrate the scene corrupting all the produce and you’re a tangerine but, in a world of great disease I am immune running round the motor track feeding on the fumes catching glimpses of a life through the eye of a monsoon trying to avoid the cow who’s returning from the moon and I will because I, I am a miracle I am superman without all the cool stuff but, sometimes she lets me wax poetic kc09 |
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So why do people do what they do, why do one's who do not do have access to understanding the mind of those doing and how amazing one can be immune to the act of doing, yet still be allowed to experience only through their mind without indulging. hmmmmm gee whiz, huh?
My comment sounds redundant, I know, but definitely different, yet intriguing, enjoyable, and indeed - thought provoking. |
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Edited by
kc0003
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Sat 11/14/09 05:17 PM
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So why do people do what they do, why do one's who do not do have access to understanding the mind of those doing and how amazing one can be immune to the act of doing, yet still be allowed to experience only through their mind without indulging. hmmmmm gee whiz, huh? My comment sounds redundant, I know, but definitely different, yet intriguing, enjoyable, and indeed - thought provoking. redundant?....no way you are brave though...and far too insightful i think i need a dif. title...any ideas? |
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LMAO Outside Looking In
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seems i always feel that way so maybe its appropriate...lol
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Is What You Said?
so Why? Waxing and waning as distance, disdaining Indifferent potential human experiential components and shards simplicity so hard This is what we're made of so why? I am, what you said. the balance tilted orb crusted and rejected Just waiting to absorb. I am what, you said. rl 11/14/2009 funny how the thoughts talk when you just wake up. |
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yes it is funny...
now if we could all just stand up...awake thank you for taking this in.... |
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It's hard to say much after reading something that powerful. But I think that is really, really brilliant. Bravo.
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It's hard to say much after reading something that powerful. But I think that is really, really brilliant. Bravo. a little obscure i know but, it had to be...thank you |
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ummmm....*scratches head*
might take a while on this one |
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bravo, good write as always
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awesome!
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thanks
m... p... j... |
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ok scratching over
no comes the question...check your mail |
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tobacco stained nightmares in alcoholic sweat the closet door pedophile is preening on the net as laughing gas dentist yank teeth from a grin he smiles through the picket fence of his, distorted sin I’ m not sure what this about just mental masturbation with a climax of doubt pre-cum verses dripping down societies chin lethal contraceptive impregnating spin there’s a digital recording of a life you didn’t plan kept in sight by the face on a clock without hands this cell phone is a tether with invisible string keeping us connected like the spice on a chicken wing and I, I am a miracle I am super man without all the cool stuff you, you are my kryptonite but, without you I would die anyway it’s a tricky thing, this life some die heroic, others live in strife while this flat tire turnstile keeps me on the side so I trade one for another and the other’s just the same lessons never learned are destined for the flame even the good girls sometimes get wax across the chest and the bad boys swarm when angels need to rest you trade one for another and the other’s just as lame keeping with the theory of inertial reference frame shadowboxer curser, blank computer screen misfit island luau in honor of the queen smoke signal drifters infiltrate the scene corrupting all the produce and you’re a tangerine but, in a world of great disease I am immune running round the motor track feeding on the fumes catching glimpses of a life through the eye of a monsoon trying to avoid the cow who’s returning from the moon and I will because I, I am a miracle I am superman without all the cool stuff but, sometimes she lets me wax poetic kc09 "keeping with the theory of inertial reference frame"... ... dichotomously Phoenixical .... |
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You had some run-away-far, thoughts in this one,wink.. Maybe,,,,entombed, yet with light?
My Vamp......wink, Good luck,,,and good write!! |
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liking the visuals and references-great flow and boy do you say alot- AWESOME!!
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Edited by
2KidsMom
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Wed 11/18/09 01:39 PM
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very interesting read..
I enjoyed it, in my own way. |
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david, google son google...
jamaican_...thank you sir... |
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thnak you...t...
pk...thanks for seeing... |
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