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[sid] => 7672
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[aid] => Mick
[title] => PLASTERED COLOURS
[time] => 2002-11-30 02:30:00
[hometext] => This poem's meaning is what u probably think, I was drunk while i surfed the net.
[bodytext] => Deliberate intentions of madness run high,
the toxics of drugs make us fly. I feel best given at my worst, poetically inclined to burst. Blue visions and Cherry dreams come through with the heaviest of metal and the voice of electricity. My glitch is the realm of reality. Stressed and drunk, it's a load of junk. Rancid thoughts flow like white wine, bleached and strong. I bleed with laughter and the killer makes no sound. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 169 [topic] => 25 [informant] => darkkai [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => MiscPoems )
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