Wednesday, September 24, 2003

Welcome to the subconscious, it's beautiful here
Come over and die
Feeding the frenzy
Your handwriting is like mixed dice
tossed about
and heading for the corner

She walked away
delighted to have heard what I said
They don't say anything
they just gesture with their mouths

Shopping in Sears with your sunglasses on
I think about your lazy eyes
Impressing the ladies with your antics

People are always protecting their bills
never wanting to bust or break them
I finally realized
I'm not scared of anything
anymore

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