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By Misti Date: 2001 Aug 29 Comment on this Work [[2001.08.29.21.39.25291]] |
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"Deliver me from reasons why you'd rather cry. I'd rather fly." ~James Douglas Morrison, "The Crystal Ship" I could hang your words on a hook to thaw then feed them to you stone cold raw but nawwww I think I'd rather keep walking and ignore the smoke what good is a city when the machine is broke I spoke too soon the runes don't lie and big girls aren't supposed to cry over spilled milk or bilk a tired cow so ciao for now but never forever if the shoe's on the wrong foot don't choke on the leather Little Boy Blue if you blow your horn on the moon it doesn't make a sound you found a needle in a haystack but lack the thread your head is haunted bursting at the seams with abysmal blooms and futile schemes taunted by the page caged with ironic bars bang your head enough times and stars are a guarantee nothing cosmic is ever free but me is mere and we is only me doing tricks a doppleganger whoring for an easy fix nix the feast save it for the self-righteous and the smug pull out the rug while they're dining on the fatted calf the meek might inherit a paragraph laugh at the queries and bowls of cherries it carries me through remembering the bullshit that reeks of you |