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stuff about other stuff that means stuff
Contributed by
scooterhyme
on
Monday, 22nd March 2010 @ 09:19:22 PM in AEST
Topic:
surreal
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An island of obligations and agreements punch the clock intangible achievements another year in the flock
Every truth has its seam only tile floors, so clean with absurdity i am keeping no more good reasons no more weeping discriminating tastes yoked up for a new rat race
simple rhyme the human condition so cliche all built on paper mache anything to keep in time
All you fascists are bound to lose how can you make a claim on the blues but there is no new only me, maybe you
The key dosent lie in some unsung note and its not behind the current science moat it may run somewhere parallel to what you do but enlightenment can run wild in a zoo
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scooterhyme
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2010-03-22 21:19:22] (Date/Time posted on
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