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I dont want simple; Feed me yourself in silver spoonfuls. I want simple, Lie to me, and tell me I am not an Animal.    I am an analyst-dissecting details. 4Am fresh snowfall I will remain capable! Make first new footprints, in a circle...   Till I reach the middle. I will remain incapable of Tying my shoes.    I am a participant in social warfare. Looking forward: Possible encounters & Spring Rain. Fantasizing both in measure.   All I am to you is what you see, and What you hear, smell,   touch,     taste. All you are to me so far Is what I see, and what I hear; So i am looking very hard,    And I am listening very closely. I want logic, Tasting honey when I ****** I want harsh confusion, Complete absence of logic in it's essence. Kissing a part of you that potties. Now, I can remain content in chasing my tail; I sleep balled up on top of the ocean, my clothes and fur strewn;    Chewing paws in strange positions. I want contradiction, an Assurance of the Devil & a Total disregard for ghosts. Constructive chaos:    Dress like ghosts on Acid and Wear rollerblades. I want my resumé to read: >works well with others, >great fighter, & >An outstanding Lay. I want to leave behind dreams, I want to rent a room in your dream bed&breakfast;, Sometimes sharing yours, but always paying rent on time for mine. Sometimes swinging an axe against a rough stump, Craving lemonade and Spring Rain. Part of me wants to grow old and Mad, and sit by rivers; I could smoke ****** from a wizard pipe for my Sore joints. ( I am alright with the possible outcome of Alone. ) [ I would rip my hair out, Glue it to my body, & become A boy in wolf's clothing. ] I want creative destruction, Mayhem, borderline Mind **** Learning to pick the banjo half-decently.    That Deliverance tune. And walk around ski towns    Scaring the **** out of some tourists And other antagonists.
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Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 2:53 PM UTC
The Devil is Alive, The Devil is A Lie
I dont want simple; Feed me yourself in silver spoonfuls. I want simple, Lie to me, and tell me I am not an Animal.    I am an analyst-dissecting details. 4Am fresh snowfall I will remain capable! Make first new footprints, in a circle...   Till I reach the middle. I will remain incapable of Tying my shoes.    I am a participant in social warfare. Looking forward: Possible encounters & Spring Rain. Fantasizing both in measure.   All I am to you is what you see, and What you hear, smell,   touch,     taste. All you are to me so far Is what I see, and what I hear; So i am looking very hard,    And I am listening very closely. I want logic, Tasting honey when I ****** I want harsh confusion, Complete absence of logic in it's essence. Kissing a part of you that potties. Now, I can remain content in chasing my tail; I sleep balled up on top of the ocean, my clothes and fur strewn;    Chewing paws in strange positions. I want contradiction, an Assurance of the Devil & a Total disregard for ghosts. Constructive chaos:    Dress like ghosts on Acid and Wear rollerblades. I want my resumé to read: >works well with others, >great fighter, & >An outstanding Lay. I want to leave behind dreams, I want to rent a room in your dream bed&breakfast;, Sometimes sharing yours, but always paying rent on time for mine. Sometimes swinging an axe against a rough stump, Craving lemonade and Spring Rain. Part of me wants to grow old and Mad, and sit by rivers; I could smoke ****** from a wizard pipe for my Sore joints. ( I am alright with the possible outcome of Alone. ) [ I would rip my hair out, Glue it to my body, & become A boy in wolf's clothing. ] I want creative destruction, Mayhem, borderline Mind **** Learning to pick the banjo half-decently.    That Deliverance tune. And walk around ski towns    Scaring the **** out of some tourists And other antagonists.
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Jan 25, 2015
Jan 25, 2015 at 2:53 PM UTC
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