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the dittly doo's of don'ts
Monday, 13 June 2005
well hell
Now Playing: godspeed
Zip, zang, playdough, mash potatoes "this, means, something," The gravity, the inertia, like walking on shattered Diamonds, but i am a survivor. i am the rainbow eclipsing the Mother Moon, she asks me what do i do? Hmmm! I just don't Know i replied. I hide the golden monster with the palm of my hand, to the crazy house i go. Electric shock, pills that are blue, yellow, gold, but certainly not black, and the Gods achieve greatness, while in the zoo. Zoom! Zoom! Zoom! "Who are you?" "You asked me five minutes ago." "Well i have been Sleeping too much so I have forgotten who you are." The gods are in charge, predicting every feeling, and taking them away. Red wine remains empty. AHHHHH! YAAAAAAAAAAAAA! Screams across the room and i join them in there ceremony, and in thier fight for a four ounce bowl of cereal, which flavour will i choose today, I think lucky charms, aye. I can't wait to smoke.

Posted by poetry/dustinlwatkins at 7:21 PM EDT
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well hell
Now Playing: godspeed
Zip, zang, playdough, mash potatoes "this, means, something,"
The gravity, the inertia, like walking on shattered
Diamonds, but i am a survivor. i am the rainbow eclipsing the
Mother Moon, she asks me what do i do? Hmmm! I just don't
Know i replied. I hide the golden monster with the palm
of my hand, to the crazy house i go. Electric shock, pills
that are blue, yellow, gold, but certainly not black, and the
Gods achieve greatness, while in the zoo. Zoom! Zoom! Zoom!
"Who are you?" "You asked me five minutes ago." "Well i have been
Sleeping too much so I have forgotten who you are." The gods are in charge,
predicting every feeling, and taking them away. Red wine remains empty.
AHHHHH! YAAAAAAAAAAAAA! Screams across the room and i join them in
there ceremony, and in thier fight for a four ounce bowl of cereal, which
flavour will i choose today, I think lucky charms, aye. I can't wait to
smoke.

Posted by poetry/dustinlwatkins at 7:20 PM EDT
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maybe
Mood:  don't ask
Now Playing: velvet underground greatest hits
Topic: poetry
Uncomfortable in my skin, Somethings wrong with ME! But I don't know what it IS! HMMM! Maybe it sin? No, no, I just don't know, Maybe its BEING, Maybe its HUMAN, or HUMAN BEING?

Posted by poetry/dustinlwatkins at 7:13 PM EDT
Updated: Monday, 13 June 2005 7:17 PM EDT
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