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Is not only ordinary in the most vile sense It also lacks the creative imbalance That which pulses through the blood of cryptic elders Although being encaged in a box has the comfort of rigidity It destroys the fetus of all that pretends to be beautiful Contemptuous moments ruined Because we are weak enough to ask, why? To pander For a something as feebly human as a definition Why must everything  be placed on the hand of the glockenspiel When the world has clearly indicated The presence of a divine anomaly The trees are freezing into crocked chapels The blackened oasis tearing slightly along the buttons Through this all the celestial ambiance awaits Its complexities weave each stroke unparalleled r The urge is to destroy That which makes our eyes sting And our brains blast through the unseen hallows Riding the coattails of a blastiod This gusto is blanketed over in our simple minds Forged into a hammer and sickle Of absolute and definite terror Destroy it all All of which can chemically mix and produce A new mystical pattern of deficiencies Naked spayed on the cutting room floor We must destroy it By forcefully coding its gnome Correcting what appears to be a hint of insurrection   When we already no the what already know the why but the current answers will make us their slave They will bind us in hopeless ecstasy So we form new words that don’t do it justice Outlandish plans for this invention Destroying its capability to be simple beautiful and without purpose
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Nov 30, 2010
Nov 30, 2010 at 9:01 AM UTC
******* to this earth
Is not only ordinary in the most vile sense It also lacks the creative imbalance That which pulses through the blood of cryptic elders Although being encaged in a box has the comfort of rigidity It destroys the fetus of all that pretends to be beautiful Contemptuous moments ruined Because we are weak enough to ask, why? To pander For a something as feebly human as a definition Why must everything  be placed on the hand of the glockenspiel When the world has clearly indicated The presence of a divine anomaly The trees are freezing into crocked chapels The blackened oasis tearing slightly along the buttons Through this all the celestial ambiance awaits Its complexities weave each stroke unparalleled r The urge is to destroy That which makes our eyes sting And our brains blast through the unseen hallows Riding the coattails of a blastiod This gusto is blanketed over in our simple minds Forged into a hammer and sickle Of absolute and definite terror Destroy it all All of which can chemically mix and produce A new mystical pattern of deficiencies Naked spayed on the cutting room floor We must destroy it By forcefully coding its gnome Correcting what appears to be a hint of insurrection   When we already no the what already know the why but the current answers will make us their slave They will bind us in hopeless ecstasy So we form new words that don’t do it justice Outlandish plans for this invention Destroying its capability to be simple beautiful and without purpose
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sparkles-asparagus
Nov 30, 2010
Nov 30, 2010 at 9:01 AM UTC
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