71742, xEn aka 82:6 Posted by xEn, Fri Dec-21-07 04:54 PM
blame's the game fame's the name for the nameless lies, videotape, & sex i ain't came since we all had GO in common no pause, just play where go the commas? we go now in comas toes toastin' the cold feelin' of death. no stress, just fractured realism no colorful language, just the strange absence of prisms done wit dwellin' in the depth of the well of how so & so did 'em now those very folks killin,' curiosity to summon the ghost of obviously no more carnal captivity in exchange for animosity my heart keeps beatin' my soul like 4 cocky cops... probably, 'cause it's racin.... as the height of the night's depth is huggin' me, it's change i'm embracin' throughout space, it seems time drug me i tried to stay outta trouble, but it seems grave danger dug me...
-xen
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