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~Like Broccoli~
Contributed by
SensitiveSoAbused
on
Friday, 27th February 2004 @ 03:32:36 AM in AEST
Topic:
insomniac
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Oh how I love my incognition, my demolition, my admission, I've gone fishin'?!
My oh my this that I've caught, my hands I've wrought, demands come to fruition, not to be caught?
Ah, but it is not my fault you see, my foot is caught in this net, this net of life now let my knife... now penetrate...
AHA, no matter! Shake your head (you're dead, i take) your fruitcake, {it wasn't baked through anyway, ?and how were you? to eat it in that jacket with the long arms?}
And how am i, this racket harms me, these songs do charm thee, they, say my brain tastes like broccoli...
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