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Tony Woise
nicotine induced paranoia, im a facade to this outside world, a smiling pulp fermenting at the bottom of this glass, likelyhood of actually being noticed slim to nil, i notice the fronts of others, the cold fronts, the tundras, its growing into a citris cloud, burning the eyes of the children, reflective mirrors are no good, the blackbirds scurry as if they were following the leaves, crumbling into patches of soil and ash, migrating to safe houses and gas masks are no good, we've developed into a pseudo-soul world, and the real joys are far from reality, molded into pre-fab lifesytles, time is feeling the constrants and so am I.
2nd dose of dictation, pointless as the rest, my mind is like super glue, patterns, perils, persist,down to the bomb shelter, hide from the truth, the swirls in my stomach, a problem sinse youth, the frequency is strong, a message from space, tar stained sanctuary, a voices resting place, the answers way to simple, should just let it out, i just dont have what it takes to dictate this bout. |
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Houghton
showmanship is so annoying, it's nothing but a pissing contest. image is nothing, untie the bonds you're in with sweating hands and bleeding wrists, headaches and bloody stomaches require healing from within, i feel enormous, hand down the throat, wake up on the bathroom floor, 2 hours go by, it's been a long long time, autoerotic exphixiation, swinging from the chandelier, i'm down on my knees praying to something that i know isn't there
Matt Punch
a dream is a wish your heart makes
when you're fast asleep
in dreams you will lose your heartache
whatever you wish for you keep
have faith in your dream and someday
the rainbow will come smiling through
no matter how bad things are seeming
if you keep on believing
the dream that you dream will come true
goodbye may seem forever, farewell is like the end....
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