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keep knocking cause i approve that sound keep pounding cause i hear the pounding sounding through the metal in which i am drunk and odourless since i am long lost drowning i'm minding my thought since i am surveyed upon and panic stricken and panic sodden then panic wrought i'm scaling the walls using the saliva on my scaleless paws and the iris in my softening in my frictionless gauze is a lesion i was taught : it's a pain to be about the task i brought on myself but here it resides ... a vibration in thought © Jon Thenes 2005
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Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 2:59 AM UTC
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keep knocking cause i approve that sound keep pounding cause i hear the pounding sounding through the metal in which i am drunk and odourless since i am long lost drowning i'm minding my thought since i am surveyed upon and panic stricken and panic sodden then panic wrought i'm scaling the walls using the saliva on my scaleless paws and the iris in my softening in my frictionless gauze is a lesion i was taught : it's a pain to be about the task i brought on myself but here it resides ... a vibration in thought © Jon Thenes 2005
Disclaimer : This is unedited, except spelling. The original was written on a pair of disposable cleaning gloves in permanent marker. Much cheap red wine was involved. The title comes from the title of the film I think I was watching when the crime occurred. Thank you for your creative tolerance in this matter.
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Nov 12, 2015
Nov 12, 2015 at 2:59 AM UTC
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