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How I learned to stop caring How I learned to stop daring How I learned to stop sharing How I learned to stop baring my soul you stole my soul you know you know you know and you even said so oh so low we go when we know whatever the the next page delivered around the splintering barricade lost in a charade I played my dragon kings and queens sang a song of remorse the weak fell the strong survived ghosts we were ghosts in the graveyard ghosts in the gridiron ghosts on the playing field a dozen roses around my neck I fall into the woven sunset at last and again how do i stop believin' in this?

load build that castle explode with sensation cause a nation to begin spin with fashion spoil with passion a natural disaster waiting for the rumination to layover the play was over and so were our ant hills left for a mountain above the wasteland we were monarch butterflies the pests return and we become idols of remorse vintage in the basin in the spin cycle of flowers and snakes we took the good with the bad the happy with the sad another layover was this how we would be living for the half the week the answer was not to be no the answer was a profound yess I guessed right again And the reward was like a tre4sured moment caught in t i m

high wire act was i ever winding through the dome aloud and alive like never before i was not one to soar this high and this quick ly this pickininy reminded me of the hope i conce had braving the storms behind in the quarts bones the minded gnomes we roamed we wailed we found a pail  and a shovel    a small one, we worked with sand      we waited for the rainbows to go away DECEIVERS  I was more ready for a bright sunset and a clouded satellite landed by my side as the tide collided with  my spine and mind heart and soul I had a goal I had a reason to carry him beyond the raging high wire act the trap, as they sayed we went fishing the

read 'em all become a slave to every sentence sit and ponder because few ellse will deliver this on time and emptied of claories broadcast to the nations and the temptations of another dagger buried in my neck for i was a train wreck a misplaced apotrophe a psychedelic catastrophe a repeated portobello a casual fella oh, was he ever a mistake oh never a rebel with a quarter-directed cuel  a collapsing litany   a city under a ocean was this the lost phantom? was this waht i herd about a year ago was I bantering in the hall was I out of smoggin' lkrons inks and cartridges carried me aplunder I was thrown thru a playing loop like a trombon

Anything for anything this was our pledge moving at a brisk pace once again won again this game of sirloined swiggler alerts me alerts be in a spree we fleed the scene of dreams the liquid generation the spitfire saloon I was arriving soon er than I wasn't bvelieveing anything he said I was a assualter I was demonstrating I was a protest station lost and tankin' in this concrete jungle like a bumble of dirty clothes layingon the floor in a pile made me smile but not with happiness not with claims of vicktory not with a price to be paids and not without so what do I say? I shout I shout i shout I embrace the glory while accepting the monsters

learn it all know ii all keep pressing that button every 36 seconds a minute later or so it seemed a bell rang out a clock ticked me off what was new and what did we know we know it all we know how to rhyme when it is time when we sat by the creek we took leak we took a peek at the frogs eating the goldfish oh, we told you half the story we told you half the pamphlet the leaflet the lord let go holy smokes we were a couple of wild ass blokes we walked we ran we took a nap  catapaulted into the collection of cats                growls begin and I see the answer Halted spirit speaks the word. Not the word I wanted. NotATALL.

climbing the walk line splintered in a spasm lost in a catachlysm boild and brawny I was a seagull I was a falling feather I was a grain in that lobe Live on the edge be kind three times like a liver wurst sandwich ile a leper shooting a elk loved by many adored only in flaming gardens drawbridge falls emperor descends and hits my head with a log cabin log (the board game) when we had our way we lost our way! it was a odd way of life exploring the demoins be what they want someone has to lead this army this army of disaster this critter gnaws at my toes and I say TOUCHEEEEEEEEE amen halleluijah -paws-

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i waded into the water it was lukewarm i was scared i was frightened of the sharks i had heard of them and i was frightened and the snapping turtles they would bite me they would hate me they woule irritate me and they did in my mind ] this all happened in  y mind like a crime a pscychological dilemma a mystery unsettled I grabbed a raft I floated I floated for days and days or so it seemed perhaps I was dead maybe in a way but I felt good everything felt so good

Could I be worse could I be later for this party this awful music these awful guests this noise is intolerable I sat in the corner I stared at the moon there was a window and that window was my world for the evening I balanced as I stood but i couldn't actually move I was asleep I awoke and there they were the better people the ones playing charades a new game began now I get it now I'm happy and proud