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Brains or brawn...brains...brawny...
Which one wins one...and what would one win?
Snatch up all the glory, gobble it up like...like a treacle tart, and slush it in the face...
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The flames are a'flicker...a'quicker, and a'hungrier...gobbling all the things up to the sky. Even the stars'll melt and drip down...drip, drip, drip.
Marching marching two-by-two...hoorah. But the heat'll eat up what you should've, could've, would've watched... so watch a little closer, and clearer, and...better-er.Would...treacle burn? Perhaps ( Read more... ) -
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As I was lying in deep slumber...I pondered the pounding of the rain, going thud thud thud on the roof. Thud...thud thud. Tap tap tap like...like treacle candies pounding down. I...had been thinking that maybe....perhaps...possibly it hadn't gone thud thud tap in a long time.
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Marching miles and miles and meters...and millimeters for delicious treacle.
...Why so far? And so many trials...tribulations...anti-salutations...miscalculations...salivations, just to calm my starvation.
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What an uncomfortable bed...so jabby and pointed...
But it's all quite quiet...shhhhhhhhh.
Except...when they shatter-clatter-scatter...an' look at you with beady eyes.
But...it's just as good...right?
An r...e...plica of a treacle boy...a treacle girl...a treacle jay...today. -
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You don't need to be so loud...it's only a dream...of cream and screams and things that gleam...
...or nothing. Or everything...someone'll know, y'know...
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Lions...tigers, bears...oh my
clowns, spiders...apple pie...
sour treacle...spoiled treacle...why?
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…It’s not right. No.
This dream isn’t mine. ɯɐǝɹp ʎɯ ʇou sı sıɥʇ
The dreams of another...the winding, whistling, weary whispers in the wabe...from the mimsy borogrove, a stranger...
...sni░▓cker-sn░░▒▒ack-snick░▒░░er-sna▓░ck
Thi░s is…it’s░░▒░░▒not░▒my░▓▓░▓▓no░▒░▒get▒▓leave▓▒▓▓
▒░▓Get out▓▓░get o░▒ut▒░▒▒░░get-▓░▒░▓▒▓▓▓
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Dreaming of things...
...Adolescents. Immoral, Decadent, Abstract. ...Abaresque...Icehouses, Douses...Alligators. Apparently Imagined Daggers and Alamanders. Abrasive, Invasive, Derivative...Albedo
Four times over...four times quicker... four times deeper in your heart, but then...there's no where left to part. -
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...I don't see how it makes a differce...difference. Dreams don't lie...just tell the truth ano'er way.
It's all in the presentation...the mesmerization...communication...pollution...