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( for a friend)some believe that we are moving towards transcendence through the virtual, others believe in a natural existence. some believe that dreams are as real as waking moments, others believe that waking moments are all we have.
some believe that emotion rules us, others believe that logic will prevail.
some believe we have no soul. some believe soul is all we have.( continued)...
i dyed my hair again. it is a good color now.
i am a ghost , i float in and out of peoples lives. i never really say much..
i listen, that is some thing i'm good at. but at the end it is always the same.
i float in and out of peoples lives, i am a ghost.
i filter the color of life through canvas and paint , it is all i truly have any more.
i have no fay to bounce off of , i feel the fay thoughts and feeling bubbling up it side of me, they spill over through my lips, to any one or no one, i get weird looks, i don't mind so much, except, i'm use to being invisible, to many people pull at you when you are the center.
no more dancing.
i communicate best when i am alone.
i'm not really sad. having human contact is more of a crutch to me, (i think of a good friend.).
these are the vines of our lives.
this is the time of nothing.
i float.
my hair is purple, i'm now wearing my silver pants.
i expected fruit trees.
my frankin tree will soon be complete.
you will all fear my frankin tree.
look deep in to it's branches and see the stenchy fowl of your faulty stench, it is goat and you are all invited can you smell the awful? it comes from your curly pit of walnut sadness, yes! you will taste the deathy wrench of cob doom, it is inpending and knows how to juggle, there will be no escape from your writhing gum disease. it eats at the very teeth of your heart ;it will rise forth from you novocain dreams and bite the very ass you sit on. the time is now, repent! repent your fiberous ways and advanced rosin and rise up to the force of dog baring guilt. poop.
some believe that emotion rules us, others believe that logic will prevail.
some believe we have no soul. some believe soul is all we have.( continued)...
i dyed my hair again. it is a good color now.
i am a ghost , i float in and out of peoples lives. i never really say much..
i listen, that is some thing i'm good at. but at the end it is always the same.
i float in and out of peoples lives, i am a ghost.
i filter the color of life through canvas and paint , it is all i truly have any more.
i have no fay to bounce off of , i feel the fay thoughts and feeling bubbling up it side of me, they spill over through my lips, to any one or no one, i get weird looks, i don't mind so much, except, i'm use to being invisible, to many people pull at you when you are the center.
no more dancing.
i communicate best when i am alone.
i'm not really sad. having human contact is more of a crutch to me, (i think of a good friend.).
these are the vines of our lives.
this is the time of nothing.
i float.
my hair is purple, i'm now wearing my silver pants.
i expected fruit trees.
my frankin tree will soon be complete.
you will all fear my frankin tree.
look deep in to it's branches and see the stenchy fowl of your faulty stench, it is goat and you are all invited can you smell the awful? it comes from your curly pit of walnut sadness, yes! you will taste the deathy wrench of cob doom, it is inpending and knows how to juggle, there will be no escape from your writhing gum disease. it eats at the very teeth of your heart ;it will rise forth from you novocain dreams and bite the very ass you sit on. the time is now, repent! repent your fiberous ways and advanced rosin and rise up to the force of dog baring guilt. poop.