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[sid] => 74949
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => flop stomp hobble
[time] => 2004-12-08 20:08:19
[hometext] =>
[bodytext] => ((all you see in black are blue)) narrowed eyes, soul despise blue surrounded, black Fingers, attached or de- tatched will clench and crack and mis- matched socks will'nt cure this seeping lust hatched for blood and piece of mind flood of flesh that isn't mine... Now blue chemicals will wind and waft up rubber nostril i'm soft and i can't find a way to cope... And no late-night-clubber posture'll bow down to thorned grammatical error, five a.m. sebatical I'm out of line. So watch my brain bounce up and down... and tie in knots... through tears and frown... my fingers/I'm, still broken now, my spine crooked, zig zag, curving line (hunched-back grotesque'd retard) tap, STOMP tap, STOMP I hobble here and there to find a battle with normality To shatter in-normalicies, Hardened Foetoid never lets me down his guard... (Flop, STOMP, Hobble,) Slap. flop stomp hobble [comments] => 1 [counter] => 146 [topic] => 13 [informant] => SensitiveSoAbused [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 1 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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