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Marble

slipping sideways cant think straight blind date confiscated see through side view in the trees the whispering breeze thoughts slipping away this way The morning the rooster screams us awake cant speak my language new wave gobblede gook you will never see through just hope you understand my hate has potential also my love for you the psychic wildfire we cannot see i hate you too differently than you hate me set me free from this blank and white conspiracy its getting colder seasons as weapons its getting colder a place no one goes something to piece together how is it no one knows Music industry nothing more than disorganized thinking what i said upstairs was what i said upstairs here we find ourselves on middle ground the porcupine and the rooster the farmer forgot mood kill sleeping the wake the surprise of the oh my goodness if only i would have woke up before the rooster crowed my poor dog marbles has quills in his nose its getting colder cant say i know this forget what you know we are always the same to be different this way exhausted from the intricate ciecles that cause my headache and the music industry rediagnosed disorganised thinking conspiritual unfit king song and dance covered moons and finances broken legs and hopefullls i put my marble down for the night look at it another way tomorrow just another satisfied customer conning his way to his money back guarantee never this confused the muse has schitsophrenia of the disorganised type marble my spoons and lets make pancakes song and dance charade king unfit of sex and diamonds my heart on my sleeve king of pain and distract you from this rusty cage break out again one more day yesterday came top hat too heavy and the joke is on me or did you see this blessing coming? unpredictable brigade with no champagne spooning my sugar too much coffee my head aches my heart is on my sleeve digging your grave a contract for the middle man victomised by your propoganda victomised by your government i'll martyr myself but this porcupine is tired of his puupet and the rooster needs sleep

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Date: 10/21/2009 4:01:00 AM
A little deep for me but thank you for sharing Troy. Love, Carol
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