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shades of red and blue streak across her face a knowing eye of perceptive sight and mouth of slightest taste tell me what you think now there's a thought thats in my mind looping over and over through my eyes making me blind. looking at the snakes moving in her hair though i want to see her face but i'd never dare for you see, the way things gotta be for it seems that have got to leave behind this dream for the things that we conceive the things that we perceive there's nothing we can do or find to hold on to besides, the celestial extra terrestrial existential and past transcendental things not conceivable within our mind, more powerful than things that we can make or find. tell me what you think she comes to me from my dreams and from my revelations her lips will kiss and caress my face and unveil my inspirations tell me what you think dreams are the means of visitation for the goddess that appears in every situation for she's beautiful and yet so very frightening and the grass that she slithers on scarlet lightning. when i see so many things i don't know what it brings but with her beautiful stare i lose all sense of care. the words she speaks are revelation with her breath on my face, its intoxication. tell me what you think shake the ghosties out my head and find some place thats warm close the windows by my bed and run from all the ants and worms tell me what you think
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Jul 31, 2010
Jul 31, 2010 at 11:40 PM UTC
Tell me what you think
shades of red and blue streak across her face a knowing eye of perceptive sight and mouth of slightest taste tell me what you think now there's a thought thats in my mind looping over and over through my eyes making me blind. looking at the snakes moving in her hair though i want to see her face but i'd never dare for you see, the way things gotta be for it seems that have got to leave behind this dream for the things that we conceive the things that we perceive there's nothing we can do or find to hold on to besides, the celestial extra terrestrial existential and past transcendental things not conceivable within our mind, more powerful than things that we can make or find. tell me what you think she comes to me from my dreams and from my revelations her lips will kiss and caress my face and unveil my inspirations tell me what you think dreams are the means of visitation for the goddess that appears in every situation for she's beautiful and yet so very frightening and the grass that she slithers on scarlet lightning. when i see so many things i don't know what it brings but with her beautiful stare i lose all sense of care. the words she speaks are revelation with her breath on my face, its intoxication. tell me what you think shake the ghosties out my head and find some place thats warm close the windows by my bed and run from all the ants and worms tell me what you think
i put this to music. look it up and leave some comments. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EtLMIuJSp9k
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Jul 31, 2010
Jul 31, 2010 at 11:40 PM UTC
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