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Future SongPut it between bread, in the toilet, out of mind. There's an issue in that head of yours. Just nail it to rye. Where problems go to die is where we're headed, you and I. It's the final destination, on the map we've only got Time. Time, and money, time again, and lots and lots of time. It was Gerber through the past; now we're eating meaty presents. Our future's on the map, Listen! X marks the rhyme.Future Song
by ~peternok
Stain of MindHow many hours did I spend making my place perfect In my imagination? When I finally came to the place, and my imagination unfolded, There were stains on it: Ketchup, marmalade, mustard, relish, blueberry, grape stains: It was unmistakeably me. I grew to love the dirty stained design that covered my imagination And thought my peers should see it. When they arrived, a man and a woman, to see me in my place, I opened the door and their eyes fell out. I shouted at them, "This is me", but their ears fell off too quickly. I was devastated. They might never know me now. ApproacStain of Mind
by ~peternok
A Bird's RealizationThe bottomless Pacific, endless, blue, enters my mind, turns white, hot, and melts my inhibition while seagull sounds echo back and forth across the hollow walls of my skull and the signal is sent down my spine that eternity can be found on the Golden Gate Bridge. My body’s response is immediate, and my limbs inch closer to the edge, my eyes look down at journey’s wet beginning, look up, up, slowly up and stop, as another fatal message trickles through my nervous system. I can not stomach the cruel inventions of man, the macabre and delightfully ironical position of this particular prison on the doorstep of my Mecca. A bird’s rA Bird's Realization
by ~peternok
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