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If only my dreams About dreaming Could instruct My seemingly green Concept Of luck I could Interrupt My seemingly just Cycle of lust Say -Giddy-up, Buttercup You want to Get ***** **** Mike, It's only 5:30. That's ok, Just tryin to Be flirty, To make ok The fact that You'll hurt me, To make passe The fact that My birdy Flew away And tried to Lure me To fly beside her But that's behind me Besides, She tried To cure me But my wings Were paper, They broke Prematurely So I fell Like disorderly Swells Of frequencies I yelled pink noise I could barely See, Passing for Currency Passing in Front of me Passing for Apathy; Apathetic empathy Or sympathetic Tragedy For such pathetic Entities Who knows? Who wants to be One who knows, To know Eventually We all fall, Plummet Suddenly Into Black holes Of imperfect Symmetry, We will enter Simultaneously So I'll see you Instantly On the other End of this Wormhole's Energy, Baby b, So until then Plant a Tree all Gold and Green And name It 3 Then climb That **** And look For me, I'll be Lying Right where You ******* Left Me Singing For clarity, With Only Echoes Returning Eternally.
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Oct 2, 2012
Oct 2, 2012 at 1:09 AM UTC
--Sleeping Through Supernovas--
If only my dreams About dreaming Could instruct My seemingly green Concept Of luck I could Interrupt My seemingly just Cycle of lust Say -Giddy-up, Buttercup You want to Get ***** **** Mike, It's only 5:30. That's ok, Just tryin to Be flirty, To make ok The fact that You'll hurt me, To make passe The fact that My birdy Flew away And tried to Lure me To fly beside her But that's behind me Besides, She tried To cure me But my wings Were paper, They broke Prematurely So I fell Like disorderly Swells Of frequencies I yelled pink noise I could barely See, Passing for Currency Passing in Front of me Passing for Apathy; Apathetic empathy Or sympathetic Tragedy For such pathetic Entities Who knows? Who wants to be One who knows, To know Eventually We all fall, Plummet Suddenly Into Black holes Of imperfect Symmetry, We will enter Simultaneously So I'll see you Instantly On the other End of this Wormhole's Energy, Baby b, So until then Plant a Tree all Gold and Green And name It 3 Then climb That **** And look For me, I'll be Lying Right where You ******* Left Me Singing For clarity, With Only Echoes Returning Eternally.
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Oct 2, 2012
Oct 2, 2012 at 1:09 AM UTC
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