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Post by AquarianM on May 19, 2010 4:11:58 GMT -5
Living Through The Hypocralypse...
It's nice and slick all about the sea, A rainbow-dead shimmer where the fish & shrimp now sleep, Like the hair on Wall Street as slick as greased glass, Sad to say a full world of hearts shaped like an ass, Everywhere you look under the covers there's a stinking stench, The reek of stinking death with a plastic smile on His brown lips, An Ivy-League creation to prevent another generation, Where the rules of school are how to treat all souls as fools, People sit there and say Disco sucks, On their fat too-old to Rock & Roll asses, Yet I want to forget marching in the streets and dance my way down them, Laughing and fighting nothing but dreary airs, I'm not going to let Death's wife Old Age take me, I'll never go willing or apathetic off into the dark, Not me, I'm going to dance my way out of the rabbit hole, Even if Synthetic were to become my middle name.
AquarianM
By: Daniel A. Stafford (C) 05/19/2010
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Post by Elle Rush on Aug 5, 2010 15:50:38 GMT -5
AMEM!!!
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Post by AquarianM on Aug 6, 2010 1:26:02 GMT -5
Thanks, 'Elle. I'm not going down easy, ever!
Dan
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Post by Elle Rush on Aug 11, 2010 12:44:25 GMT -5
That was meant of course, Amen! lol,. Me, either!!!!
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Post by willowdown on Nov 19, 2010 6:53:19 GMT -5
a teasing and intriquing read!
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Post by AquarianM on Nov 26, 2010 3:51:26 GMT -5
Thank you, Willow. The world is our oyster. The question is, do we dine or grow pearls.
Dan
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