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Ixtab Member
since 1999-06-23
Posts 105MEXICAlpan de las tunas |
wake to the sound of a hurried bell get up, wash up,run, hurried like hell for it's not my will to do all this it's the clutches of mundane routine Say goodbye to she who I don't love just keep her by my side,for im afraid to grow Anger at the traffic growing rage in missery Morning procesion that has always held me Work in robot´s fashion, stamp in, stamp out call, fight, sell, buy, give, steal, shout !! Like a ping pong ball i move from sides dont make a point it's easier to hide I go back woefull, hear more screams turn the ugly tube, hear my favorite tune watch the ugly news say how freedom is upheld ¿freedom?, must be talking of some other realm. For in this Earth: your wings are clipped before you leave a nest your soul is sold to God money and he don't care about your dreams or our quest for trascendency Ixtab [This message has been edited by Ixtab (edited 10-21-1999).] |
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JennyLee Senior Member
since 1999-09-01
Posts 1461Northwestern, NJ. |
This is very interesting,made me stop and think !!! JennyLee  |
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Watcher666 Senior Member
since 1999-10-13
Posts 1606 |
Very well done.Liked the message here. ------------------ Illusion...what we see and what we do...it's all up to you. |
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