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Across Thé 8th Dimension!Scene-1:1 / We went to the store / Blackboulée eggs much to the zippers surprise
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Feb 10, 2012
a tisket, a tasket, a baby in a basketThe dream came into my life like a hot summer day- / the sand I had my feet in held me in place / beach volleyball and hot **** skin
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Jan 26, 2011
AttentionAttention and tension... / Sirens Blare, mighty like the wind... / I heard someone say that was their favorite sound...
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Feb 11, 2012
A Worm-22one day after a rain storm a man awoke with a great hunger in his belly... / having not eaten the previous night due to the storm... this man knew he must hasten to the market in order to fend of starvation...as he walked along the river side the man spotted a worm laying along the river bank...this worm had begun to dry up and was squirming all about...the man feeling compassion for the worm picked it up and brought the worm to the river and dropped it in the water...once the man got back to the path by the river he saw another worm...he did the same to this worm as he had done to the first...every time the man returned to the path he came across yet another worm...this man kept up with his goodwill and continued to return the worms to the water...several hours passed and the man kept up with his task...soon after the man began to become faint...yet he continued to rescue the worms...as he returned to the road after dropping off the one thousandth worm the man fell on his face and died of starvation...his body lay in the way along the river all night...during the night the worms that he returned to the river began to wiggle their way back to the path...at sunrise another man was walking the same path of the compassionate man...to his surprise the man came upon a dead body...the man was completely shocked...this was caused by the site of one thousand worms carrying the man towards the river...the man knew he had witnessed something great...the man ran as fast as he could to the market...exclaiming to all the site he had seen...many people were interested in seeing this occurrence...they all followed the man to the river...the people were so excited that they began to run...when they reached the location the man had been explaining to them about...they could not see anything of the sort of tale they had heard...they looked around and only found a thousand squashed worms beneath their feet...thinking the man a lair some of the people picked the man up and tossed him in the river...
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Oct 27, 2010
Forcing The TideHeroine, and our hero... / Breaking the bad souls into half / We don't give a **** it's our time to laugh
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Feb 17, 2012
For us...as in together...today this poem is for us- / together we will squeeze the riens and move along the path- / we will enjoy this day-
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Nov 3, 2010
God St. and VineNeedles filled with smack / Junkies filled with pain / Garbage and filth
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Feb 10, 2012
Hereafterwe cannot forget that we cannot remeber what came before / what will came after / we cannot go there together we will leave hereafter
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Nov 7, 2010
Hot & Cold...it is sometimes like fire and icemy emotional feedback alternates- / hot and cold / it is sometimes like fire and ice
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Nov 5, 2010
infinite spiral of the third eye...i am the melting sun beams dripping from the children's running sneaker...creeping slow into the ocean of nose hairs sparkling with iodine and rosemary...father farther to the cosmic goop of motherhood and magic mounds of twirling gases...rancid beef so evergreen as if the princess is licking loudly on the frogs back...green of colour my third eye melts her fantasy into rainbows of toxic firearms...leaking valuable oil all over her wedding dress...come into the third eye and hammer away the truths of 1000 years...to fowrad this message is to embrace all that is the third eye...magic and numbers spiral towards the center edge of my reason...pure and criticized like goblins with tiny feet...reach up into your third eye and pull yourself into it with all your power and all your might....stay with it for just one night and reach for the spare tires in the third eyes trunk...don't forget to fill it with melting bubbles of fantastic hot sweet golden ratios where infinity smell like dust bunnies and dust bunnies smell like crystal salts and volcanic ash...spew forth third eye and share the vision of ecstasy and freedom...never cover the third eye with hate and regret only wash it with happiness and fullness...let the third eye rule your heart and towers will melt into concrete and paper will fill the sky...only the can the third eye truly be the way to see your path....spiral softly third eye and forever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever and forever see with the third eye....
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Jan 17, 2010
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