How many times do i stand in line faceless, hiding, wishing i was someone else, wishing i could be myself, nameless, a momentary, transitory, temporal, corporeal being. So fragile. I am tired, worn out, my body sore, twisted this way, that. My face gnarled and bitten. Do I have to play the games people play? Do I have to feel this pain, plainess, mendacity, the unbearable crush of average. Where is my light. Where did the rush go. When did I give in and decide to fade into dust like the billions of nameless stars that have crashed and burned into the sea before me. In the end, I will be summed up by an empty eulogy, complete and utter absorption and destruction like the Carthage curse, "no root shall tarry, my soil shall forever be barren from one age to the next". I could plea, but no one would hear me, the betrayal is final. I have no one, the duplicity of souls is as it is, the isolation a deafening roar. Sometimes you have to smile.
Unknown "Sweetness" Loyal - 17 years, 12 months ago

Feel da Rhythm
Unknown "Sweetness" Loyal - 17 years, 12 months ago

Lonely
Unknown "Sweetness" Loyal - 17 years, 12 months ago

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momma had a dog and its head was cut off

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raccoons are blue when dairy trucks turn upside down on the yellow road to
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I wonder how many gophers I can fit inside the rectum of a cow?

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sometimes vegetarians are egg beating ex-wife hating women in plaid skirts with freeborn runes dancing over the plastic plasmic sky

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plastic plasmic pulmonary principles of precision pinhole pioneering plasty plasim. Perfect, prefect, predicate of preposterous pomp and pleasure,

rectum filled balloons of baboon orange vanilla sky and fecund flakes of aspiring perspiration on a dairy cream pie of gelatinous jelly in Greek underpants with raspberry banana shoes and pine cone hats made of cheese,

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Unknown "Sweetness" Loyal - 17 years, 12 months ago

Purple Haze
Unknown "Sweetness" Loyal - 17 years, 12 months ago