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"I am the Walrus..." the lyric passed through his head stood in the pounding sun of Death valley. He poured the dregs of his mineral water onto the hot dirt. steam rose fast, as if a conflagration was ablaze deep in the parched ground. Not as beautiful a place as the great ergs of the sahara that he saw on discovery channel He looked back at the shimmering mirage that was his rental cadillac not that he'd be taking it back, not with what was spread all over the trunk.... Daisy had seemed a nice kid, talked a bit too much maybe, Not saying much now. That thought made him smile. How her wide her eyes were when she saw the 1911. A good year for guns, 1911, he thought. And the Great War just around the corner. He preferred the phrase the Great War to World War One. He felt it was more respectful to those who had died. Daisy hadn't been respectful enough. So he killed her for the dead heroes sake Mineral water made him think. People came to the Valley to work back in the day, chemicals, minerals, salt maybe..... he wasn't too sure what. Sure as hell no water. Before them, travellers, settlers passed through. Some died, they had no respect, like Daisy. They thought their teams of oxen could pull up the grade get them out of the valley, but many couldn't do it. Died and dried, before the oxen could evolve into something bigger. Like daisy died before she evolved a respectful brain. He read about evolution in the Geographic, sort of felt he was pretty well evolved. Maybe some kind of chosen one. Thinking of the poor oxen dying made him mad as hell. He began a slow walk back to the Caddy, there were some numbers and addresses in Daisy's purse. He smiled to himself, this was going to be a good year, it was going to be His year...
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Jan 23, 2011
Jan 23, 2011 at 2:37 PM UTC
Wordplay and part one.
"I am the Walrus..." the lyric passed through his head stood in the pounding sun of Death valley. He poured the dregs of his mineral water onto the hot dirt. steam rose fast, as if a conflagration was ablaze deep in the parched ground. Not as beautiful a place as the great ergs of the sahara that he saw on discovery channel He looked back at the shimmering mirage that was his rental cadillac not that he'd be taking it back, not with what was spread all over the trunk.... Daisy had seemed a nice kid, talked a bit too much maybe, Not saying much now. That thought made him smile. How her wide her eyes were when she saw the 1911. A good year for guns, 1911, he thought. And the Great War just around the corner. He preferred the phrase the Great War to World War One. He felt it was more respectful to those who had died. Daisy hadn't been respectful enough. So he killed her for the dead heroes sake Mineral water made him think. People came to the Valley to work back in the day, chemicals, minerals, salt maybe..... he wasn't too sure what. Sure as hell no water. Before them, travellers, settlers passed through. Some died, they had no respect, like Daisy. They thought their teams of oxen could pull up the grade get them out of the valley, but many couldn't do it. Died and dried, before the oxen could evolve into something bigger. Like daisy died before she evolved a respectful brain. He read about evolution in the Geographic, sort of felt he was pretty well evolved. Maybe some kind of chosen one. Thinking of the poor oxen dying made him mad as hell. He began a slow walk back to the Caddy, there were some numbers and addresses in Daisy's purse. He smiled to himself, this was going to be a good year, it was going to be His year...
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I always count on you to be someone your not Must trust in you judgment, but the truth is I can not I was to awe-struck by everything that shines I was to stupid to read between the lines My heart rose to quickly to see you for who you are From up here, the bottom looks far Maybe I should jump and commit suicide But we both know if I leave no one will survive Look at my heart, it's starting to tear Dug past the mask and I see what I fear Don't get me mistaken, I really do care But we came with false intentions and hid what we bear Your love is an addiction, it's a rush to my system It opens me up and makes me see, That maybe in this dark world there's a place for you and me With every kiss I'm blinded I can't see the evils that are binded I hold your hand and I feel That your someone no one can steal But here we are in this situation You, distracted by temptation Lust was the reason for our souls meeting Now lust is the vice that will leave our hearts bleeding It's teenage ergs that we must compare, To if this is true love or our despair
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Dec 16, 2010
Dec 16, 2010 at 6:33 PM UTC
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