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Array ( [sid] => 100104 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Evergreen [time] => 2005-07-04 16:03:40 [hometext] => was extremely high. [bodytext] => games and spaces that fill this empty void.
eat my insides, they taste so flavorful and sharp.
spin in no direction or speed at all, just to my blinking eyes.
crushed beneath the world, and all its cruel intentions.
something fit, but in the wrong place and size.

profound discoveries that i make everyday.
put them to use in a water filled house.
bubbles will surface and i will be here.
go home and run away from all your troubles.
tune out, tune in to everything senseless.
avoid the topics of discussion, that make you breathe heavily.

evergreen tree tops obstruct my view of nothing at all.
let them be, let them fear everything about me.
ugly and beautiful, we are both..inside and out.
high my fluids are traveling in little red cars.
distant from the place i want to be.
this car will take me to where i want.

expierence the freezing of your arms and legs.
you cannot move here because of this thing that sits.
it never moves, still like your emotions inside.
say it will all work, like all the ticking on the clock.
nothing left, there is nothing left to see or be.
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Evergreen

Contributed by frmpoison2static on Monday, 4th July 2005 @ 04:03:40 PM in AEST
Topic: abstract



games and spaces that fill this empty void.
eat my insides, they taste so flavorful and sharp.
spin in no direction or speed at all, just to my blinking eyes.
crushed beneath the world, and all its cruel intentions.
something fit, but in the wrong place and size.

profound discoveries that i make everyday.
put them to use in a water filled house.
bubbles will surface and i will be here.
go home and run away from all your troubles.
tune out, tune in to everything senseless.
avoid the topics of discussion, that make you breathe heavily.

evergreen tree tops obstruct my view of nothing at all.
let them be, let them fear everything about me.
ugly and beautiful, we are both..inside and out.
high my fluids are traveling in little red cars.
distant from the place i want to be.
this car will take me to where i want.

expierence the freezing of your arms and legs.
you cannot move here because of this thing that sits.
it never moves, still like your emotions inside.
say it will all work, like all the ticking on the clock.
nothing left, there is nothing left to see or be.




Copyright © frmpoison2static ... [ 2005-07-04 16:03:40]
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Re: Evergreen (User Rating: 1 )
by silver_runaway on Thursday, 30th March 2006 @ 11:30:12 AM AEST
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I like it, its cute ;-)

*laura*




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