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I’m stuck on the side of the moon with a man in his room for a utensil need and barnacle weed my calcium seeps and my blood’s running low. Computers and scooters and paragraph poems with indent and extent and marmalade jars.
They told me, I heard them, they told me ‘twas so. The slave drive is halted, find a new mode, press ESC to continue a brick in the road & I don’t take tin cans with sobriety, sir, no I don’t take tin cans with sobriety.
Make. The. Blood. B R O I L.
- by E p s i i l o n_ |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 12/29/2008 |
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- Title: Dimentia.
- Artist: E p s i i l o n_
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This is actually an old one I wrote a while ago. Heh.
It's rather abstract, by the way... Just so you're warned. :/ - Date: 12/29/2008
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- vardo5 - 01/03/2009
- Abstract is where it's at! You are amazing!
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- Wicker Chair - 01/02/2009
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lol
it has a strong theme of insanity
I suppose that's why it's called dimentia. o.O Nevertheless, I enjoy insanity.
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