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Mar 22, 2006 12:35

I think you think that I think you're wrong.
Where's the meaning? What song
is playing inside your head today?
Will you stay? Run away
now. Hurry. My storm is coming.
It will swallow you whole and leave only
dry bones, dead friends. Only if you stay.

Once I dreamed of a white tower
on green grass. My tower, my place
of fortitude. The armies came and
broke down the walls, took my strength as
spoils of war. Each time they leave I
rebuild. It never helps. They come back
over and over. I think it's time to move.

Sit there then, if it suits you. I am
the Judge. I know. I know it all. You
think you understand? Don't bother. You'll
never know the depths of my brain. Who
are you to question me, my motives, my
thoughts? Drink and be merry.
IT'S WHAT YOU'RE BEST AT.
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