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[sid] => 64814
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[aid] => mick
[title] => Who's in the Projection Booth?
[time] => 2004-09-22 23:01:34
[hometext] =>
[bodytext] => Connect into my brain Your ideas Until they fully stain Me, as I remember Those thoughts I had, Which were my own And not those shown Through projection Onto the screen Of the skull. Songs synthetic lull Us to our deepest sleep. Tragic is the melody, Tune and harmony dead. Every word being said Vibrates And endlessly creates States of time and space. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 166 [topic] => 43 [informant] => Contralogicus [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 2 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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