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[sid] => 4493
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Prescription 4ourty
[time] => 2002-10-01 07:45:00
[hometext] => Hold anything (YOU) can.
[bodytext] => As far as I’m concerned,
Everything can crash Crash in, Upon itself. We cannot always paint, Paint by choice. Is failure genetic? Pathetic? Tiny twists of reality. Profanity. Ropes appear introspective, Violation blocks a tear duct, Welcome to viciousville. Dinner suits are all set, All prepared, All willing… To destroy us all. 3 minutes 24 remaining, Like we had a choice. Anyway. Initiate conversation. Disintegrate conservation. All of the stars, Affiliation with us (is) A little less, Than nothing. All of the stars, Hate us. All together… In this petrified manic circle, We have created… And become accustomed to. Two, Cave in the bad mood. Safety within, A violent sapphire, Prepare yourself… Prepare black. Strings are always, Ever ever, Ever. Knife aplenty, See you around… Recall remember. Here. Here in, A sick December. 25/Twenty five. End, hell? Nope. En, vel? Ope. Has disgrace, Ever been so tasty? Wilt like… You can. Infinite>>>sand. I plan 2, Walk ‘their’, From here. On… My legs. Molten lava shed. All of them, Feel muddy. The {SUN} will, Never make. It’s. Way in. A joke that is barbed, Is all… You can hope For. Wish for. The Sun will fall, Down near, Me. And (You). If, You have… Any pride (fake) Left, then yOU, Shall fall…with it. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 173 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Damon_Maynard [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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