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[aid] => mick
[title] => Reality decays
[time] => 2007-03-25 16:13:33
[hometext] => realtiy is a dream
[bodytext] => I had never known a true thought outside of my own head I breathe the salient cries of the lone rowboat drifting of in solitude towards blackened waves I am the greatest illusionist My prestige being the greatest act I present everything’s existent nonexistence I feel the fraudulent innocence in the rose’s burn tearing into already rotting flesh Remnants of life dangling from knurly jaws The rain intoxicates and incarcerates all And I am called cumulus because I so chose Autumn, the leaves fall and turn colors I paint them with my unaccompanied eyes Bile swirls with the nourishment He never could consume solids I taste petulant vomit Always sinking lower Waking up intertwined with smell of decaying fruit I magnify the decaying love and trace the lost lines I know his eyes are frigid and dense His heart palpitates, a result of routine, not humanity Everything is logical he says So I interchange my arms and legs And float nebulously across the ceiling Ignorance is bliss, a wise man once said I say if this is honesty; I’d rather fabricate In this day where one could sell someone their own soul create the right advertisement, 9.95 plus shipping You will never figure out where I create my own billboard I stretch my being across the sky, I combust I wonder if life insurance should cover arrogance Perhaps Just apathy; in a nice neat take home box The slits that make up for his eyes haunt He cries and they secrete nothing but sand I find myself again at the waters I am stolen away with the passion of the petals They fell on my cheek that fall Innocence and beauty in the back pocket of a stranger I seek nature’s romance else where; I find myself alone Shamelessly, Fearlessly, Painfully, I lay on a bed of dull knives; barely enough to draw blood The callous empty womb in which the world was nurtured is maliciously patient and still A rattle snake with venom, she will strike again [comments] => 3 [counter] => 249 [topic] => 74 [informant] => eyesxmurder [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => surreal )
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