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[aid] => mick
[title] => Fright Night Party Night
[time] => 2006-06-04 11:50:53
[hometext] => This is was one of the scariest nights ever. Everything turned out fine, and I thank god for it. I tried to make you feel as intoxicated as I was this night, so you can understand the confusion
[bodytext] => I breath fire for I am the dragon The serpent, the master of the dimwitted poison I drink whine for I am the king. I am invincible and no one can stop me. We opened a door to the floating, fleeting reality .....The last man standing tonight keeps the crown. But what is this whisper in my ear? It gives my body chills, I feel it to my finger tips. I'm stepping into a picture frame and going numb. The voices in the room turn into the trombones from Charlie Brown's telephone Stare aimlessly at the walls like Medusa With a million snakes slithering through the holes I put in my brain. ....Just keep quiet. Don't let them know. It will pass. The whisper is turning into screaming. Screaming in my head so loud it pulls me down Falling from the heavens in a vessel of vomit Crashing to the ground, hypnotized by the eyes of ravens. Maybe this time you won't get back up. ....Calm down. Say a little prayer. The girl is tripping down the stairs She just wants to drive home. Give her the keys, she'll probably be alright. Chicken Little just cut his own head off. Cause this time the sky really IS falling down. ....you don't know her. Her friends will probably stop her, right? Everyone is doing back flips Because the police are circling the block. Is this intimidation? Coincidence? Or parinoia? ...God no....It's finally taking over me. JUST GET OUT OF MY HEAD! GET OUT OF MY HEAD! I just want to wake up tomorow And return to normality. I know I played too rough. Momma aint gonna be happy GET OUT OF MY HEAD! PLEASE GET OUT! scream all you want, this night's getting a whole hell of a lot worse before it gets any better. Good job kid. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 169 [topic] => 31 [informant] => subgenius [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => StoryPoetry )
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