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Oct 2014
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some'll talk of subtle Thirst --

per the words of burning Hunger..

..others talk of utter Yearn.
its
irking Curse'll burst a Bubble.




some'll talk with humble Class --
of
static Tones n phony Numbers..

..others talk of punctured Glass --

casting Stones n throwing Punches.




some'll talk of hunching Backs,

shattered Bones n broken Rudders..

..others talk of ones who Crash:
the
tattered Boats n smoking Rubble.




some'll talk of subtle Worth --

per the words of hurting Others..

..others talk of under Earth --
in
third deGree  --  beneath the World.



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some'll talk of subtle Thirst --

per the words of burning Hunger..

..others talk of Wonderland --

magic Herbs n purple Colors.






.
i
"felt like putting a Bullet
between the eyes of every Panda
that
wouldnt ***** to save it's Species.


i
wanted to open the Dump Valves
on
Oil tankers
and
smother all those French Beaches
id
never get to See.


i
wanted to Breath Smoke."

- Cornelius


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