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2005-11-19, 00:04
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dsnt trust ne1 < 30
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Join Date: Jan 2003
Location: Home is where the <3 is
Posts: 8,881
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Phasing
" Phasing "
Rolling in dust at the beginning of the day
Pained with uncertainty and disheartened
Shallow optics sour as it rains
And the dust changes into mud
Wondering which one the answer falls upon
Doesn't seem to really matter
When the mud turns to a puddle at the end of the day
Slipperly mess that leads to a spatter
A collision with what has fermented into vinegar
Instead of sweet wine
And the puddle stiffens as the snow flies
And the cold falls
Speaking with weary tongue
Speaking what's come to be
And realizing some memories are real
While some have no fruition
No wiser or so
BJH
11/17/2005
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My eldest son's bipolar website: www.bipolarmanifesto.com
-wally: Mom, you shouldn't play after me because it makes you sound even worse than you already do. -wally:*grumbles and whispers quietly* I guess it's cuz I love you or something, but you're still a TURD
Grimm:I could read your mind but its in font size .5
Amadeus:Oh, and was there a cesserole (never mind spelling) involved?
Paddy:the fact that you didn't end up on a kids show makes me question my atheism
Dyldo: You evil strumpet!
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