06-25-2004, 07:28 AM | #1 (permalink) |
Crazy
Location: Just got into town about an hour ago.
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couldn't think of a good title.. anyway....
for shame? for shame? weary passengers scream your name- crawl the gutters, fill with rain- walk the deserts fairest gardens watered, wrinkled, and insane. gone to greet, gone to greet your furthest thought I'd like to meet- fruits of labor so discreet- from cramped and cartoned cradles tastey sweet enough to eat. you ignore, I Implore do you know not what its for? do you know not whats in store? I take a chance and shrug commands while you lie there on the floor. my disdain, my disdain no more singing in the rain- no more lovers down the lane- wieghted wheels awake and turning make it still and I'll explain. all intent, all intent fallen hero's caged and silent- brought caprice, afraid and violent- mull and stroll all through the valley force fed through thier cold compliance. random facts, all intact from whats sour they are hacked- on the terrace corner stacked- pieces torn and thrown and sewn together now is weathered through the cracks .
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Dropping a barbell he points to the sky and says "The suns not yellow, It's chicken!" Last edited by wicked4182; 06-26-2004 at 08:20 PM.. |
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