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[sid] => 164968
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => White picket hell
[time] => 2011-02-25 02:31:50
[hometext] => time tells me secrets.. well, sometimes
[bodytext] => The moon died sometime while the world's people slept I watched her fall, but didn't have my watch so I can't say for sure.. the time of death I'm guessing it was close to seventeen after eleven or maybe it was seven till today? i don't know It doesn't really matter.. No one's grieving but me.. I guess i shouldn't beat myself up over it not too bad at least.. maybe just a few drags through the garden of handguns.. and a graveyard reservation.. I picked a flower looked like a lily.. but felt like a six-shooter.. so i either pulled the trigger or plucked a petal.. and continued.. until i was out of ammunition or until the flower was out of simple separation.. Then i started to question where i fit into the equation.. I could live inside that thought for the remainder of my stay.. so lets move on.. shall we? on man's wonder is another dysfunctional prayer.. What is the danger in misunderstanding his intentions? Is it difficult to register the target of his weapons? I am not the one.. but what does he see? how will he feel with it pointed at me? or afterw0rd? hopefully he shoots the world a smile on his way down the isle .. as the flower girl of my funeral.. I've already seen the end.. of time and time again.. but we gotta stay in character.. preparing for twists.. and turning (into) ourselves (in) again.. well.. one of them of us.. Just promise me something.. make it the cover or hide it in HUSH.. because i want all or nothing.. and i've had just about enough of nothing.. Don't worry about the moon she'll come back to all of you and don't worry about me either.. i'll get whats coming to me probably sooner rather than later.. Who am I trying to tell.. and what's the ***** point? I'm just playing the patient the cross-eyed wig of satan.. and when the lynch is ready one of he will write the ending.. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 179 [topic] => 71 [informant] => deadson [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 9 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => secrets )
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