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i have a yelding temptation....killing the edge of the overplayed tape, dropping a bottle from a cliff...wat do these feelings stand for? another circle of insanity?or, perhaps, just another spooky mood...
those watermellons seem to be drifting far away from the shore of the swamp, but the swamp eats them, it takes their eyes and soals...again eyes...not hearts
a blind girl walking on a thin line...and she knows that between the thin line deviding dream from even more deep dream lyes the waste land of her thoughts.
crazyness?oh yeah..i like this word
to penerate the brain with its fluffy, strong fingers,seize and squize it...wait till it explodes...
oh now....the dead ..whites..taking me away.....again....