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Artificial Beautiful Mind |
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green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
I see my hair and my zit covered face. Its a game and I always win My body is destined to be mounted and place on their wall Gentle eyes, darling so cute An open chest pronounced in proud frontal curviture Wrapped tight in black plastic cellophane Dripping with residue of ego Lost in a daze Everyone else is at content I can hear people driving by, but I don't know where I am Shock Zombia A suicidal stare into the astral plane of death And I don't care I'm facing on coming meat pounding automobiles I can see their tires spinning out of cycle Ripping me into shards of the coroner's children's plates I can't see Guilt all the same Dead I'm still dying with tourettes uncontroled Another slice of freedom An error on my part wrapped in my tight fitting garment Decoated for the rainy Halloween day by day by day by day by day Cold, It's just the atmosphere In my head where its always cold and cautious Pronounced as a whore Struggle to do what is right Slipping into the grasp of death Hug me tight, I might slip away and exist again tomorrow Straight ahead No more Pupil glaze And dry without a drink Closed will remain closed until opened. [I try hard to have a father, but instead I had a dad...]- Kurt Cobain [This message has been edited by green_itchy_stuff (12-16-2003 10:22 AM).] |
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River Senior Member
since 2003-09-16
Posts 627my own little world |
*chokes*...wow...I'm...speechless. |
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eor Senior Member
since 2002-09-26
Posts 959blues & greys |
i like this a lot greeny, probally one of your best works i have seen! keep it up man. "So what befalls the flawless? |
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