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Posted by kid_A on June 4, 2002, at 11:14:11
The thin
Papery feeling.
Saboteur,
Kamikaze man ----
__-plaththe sky is filled with hungry birds and i want to be homeward bound, where an empty appartment, welcomes it's ghost...
my eyes fail me, Sycorath, is it you?
Posted by kid_A on June 4, 2002, at 12:38:55
In reply to Homunculus, I am ill. I have taken a pill to kill, posted by kid_A on June 4, 2002, at 11:14:11
Did you say all? O hell-kite! All?
What! all my pretty chickens and their dam
At one fell swoop? . . .
I cannot but remember such things were,
That were most precious to me.—Macbeth
...oh to be in England in the summer time with my love, close to the edge. Quiet you! No more of your fey ways! ...blah blah... lets look, whats inside the spaces between the words.
Posted by kid_A on June 4, 2002, at 13:30:02
In reply to All my pretty ones?, posted by kid_A on June 4, 2002, at 12:38:55
The absolute sacrifice.
It means: no more idols but me,Me and you.
oh these word games, they make champions of your blue eyed boy! but, oh my eyes are like coal, they could be diamonds some day... earth makes it so.
Posted by CtrlAlt n Del on June 4, 2002, at 15:54:30
In reply to All my pretty ones?, posted by kid_A on June 4, 2002, at 12:38:55
My chickens ain't pretty ..Close to the edge down by the water , seasons will pass you by , I get up , I get down.
The space without words for thee my sweet is like an empty music sheet waiting for it's composer
Posted by aliI on June 4, 2002, at 17:25:06
In reply to The blood flood is the flood of love,, posted by kid_A on June 4, 2002, at 13:30:02
Please no burial in the earth for hardening of eyes.
How can one special one so alone have an and tacked on?
They are not and me or and you. They are.
Then they are not.
-Ophelia so beautiful so crazy so floating
> The absolute sacrifice.
> It means: no more idols but me,
> Me and you.
> oh these word games, they make champions of your blue eyed boy! but, oh my eyes are like coal, they could be diamonds some day... earth makes it so.
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