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My friends : The Injury to mine self
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My friends : The Injury to mine self |
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The Jackal Member
since 1999-08-13
Posts 426Springfield, Massachusetts U.S.A |
Hands clasp and the madman bends, another honor from the social elite,those trying worms His hair has fallen out, but they never notice Promises met and we all have been met well all friends here in common shadows with no pretense Everyone comes and comes again for his razor mind spells ,only he can bend Makes you cool millions, only half you'll ever spend Make up your mind before its made up for you, He is tired and moody and sick of foolish impulse nO One know just what he does in his spare time probably sits in the attic,with his little black book crossing out names with his dirty fish hook his eyes roll white, he's going to come up spades Its going to be one of those dark mysterious days we all must hold him, hold him down its just a seizure, its just power and we always get what we want, its almost over yet this whole damned room will soon cave in to all this pressure Protect all your heads and project all your needs Now is not the time for answers The madman is safe, he will come and he will leave with little warning or advancement Take the smile off your face; Be prepared to leave the human race, Encourage! Reap! Bend New lovers are nervous and tender, but smash everything. For the heart is an organ of fire |
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Red Dreams Member
since 2005-01-09
Posts 90massachusetts |
Iron Man? Is that you? ps-i'm in western mass too  |
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Lighthousebob Member Elite
since 2000-06-14
Posts 4725California |
Kind of like reading a short story or a novel; action filled, descriptive, intense, and leaves one guessing at the end. Liked it. -Bob |
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