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melodic memories momentarily move me gently swaying to inconceivable beats imperceptibly feeling the motion insides swim cool breeze moves conditioned hair Sid Barret beckons me down untraveled hiways grass littered rabbits dash washed out sun fades to white light surrounded Morrsion, drunk, leans over as if to whisper but only soft ghostly lips breathe warm air against disturbed skin red and swollen— silver flash across the sky opens a flood of possibilities fixated, I stare into the blue seeking connections a sense of belonging to be a part of universal love truth understanding – shadow slips quietly into the fold expressing want and discontent stringing doubt through prairies of hopeful exuberance sobbing children who have forgotten the joys of fresh cut grass hold their heads in their hands partly to hide from the lies perpetuated by the indoctrination machine— a low hum begins to grow rumbling shaking foundations and creating pause eyes dart, worried was the elder Zappa right? broken records skip and a toe taps absentmindedly --
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May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 12:42 PM UTC
musical interlude
melodic memories momentarily move me gently swaying to inconceivable beats imperceptibly feeling the motion insides swim cool breeze moves conditioned hair Sid Barret beckons me down untraveled hiways grass littered rabbits dash washed out sun fades to white light surrounded Morrsion, drunk, leans over as if to whisper but only soft ghostly lips breathe warm air against disturbed skin red and swollen— silver flash across the sky opens a flood of possibilities fixated, I stare into the blue seeking connections a sense of belonging to be a part of universal love truth understanding – shadow slips quietly into the fold expressing want and discontent stringing doubt through prairies of hopeful exuberance sobbing children who have forgotten the joys of fresh cut grass hold their heads in their hands partly to hide from the lies perpetuated by the indoctrination machine— a low hum begins to grow rumbling shaking foundations and creating pause eyes dart, worried was the elder Zappa right? broken records skip and a toe taps absentmindedly --
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May 30, 2014
May 30, 2014 at 12:42 PM UTC
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