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Selfish Me |
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green_itchy_stuff Senior Member
since 2003-06-26
Posts 1929New Caney, Tx |
Do the little dots still appear? The little sparks Kinda pretty if they could be caught on camera Little ones and big big big pink neon green Excuse me while I give myself my third technical birth Dislodging my head from my rear If I could only figure out where the exit was Could just follow my neck Instead I actually found my fourth and fifth buttholes Deserving my fourth and fifth births as well Chasing after something Listening to the voice that calls out Beckoning pass the doubt Omnipotence, its everywhere His presense How do I follow it? Side step her gaping lines Awesome empty void Hungry hungry soul In wait to devour Don't touch me! Pervert His royalness Drain me Pull my plug I'm not dead Leave me be Get out of my head Just pretend I'm dead, please Little one inside my head I wish you were the one that was dead If I kill the braincells and develope alsshimers That little voice that shows me the pictures And tells me cute little stories Begs me to dig From the metal cans outside Behind the buildings By the restraunts Sniff... mmmm It smells like orieennnttallll!!!!!! Just sit and swallow bite after bite Not because I'm poor Because I like to hear you talk It gives me something to eat And I'm hungry for more By all means keep talking ...and the way things are goin, they're gonna crucify me. -The Beattles |
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