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Skippy

lets talk about my stolen empire the empire of the obsessive compulsive the song the dance the case against the world you, the hired: to sing, and act the perfect routine to remind me what my lines are, to my case of such bizarre situational ironies... Lets talk about foreshadowing of subsection 3 paragraph four index 13 section three third word highlighted the constant reminderrs of what is wrong in my life and how to achieve what is right for me the floor at my feet and wich direction do i take the song, the dance, the act... and all on display for me to take my stand, for the wills that have been taken away, you remind me in your own way. the obsessive compulsive being i am, the where you are, for the reason you be, and the place i stand rolling over unaware. skippy like a limosine driver care to my needs make sure everything is a flower to their lover and dandy as the deeds we forceed never devour upon the hour the necisary incessant needs but forever need to surrender to the clover or the flower the crossroads of the cross and thoprns of every angels wings

Copyright © | Year Posted 2010




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