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Shakespeare picks at a plate of words. Van gogh doesn't know half of what he's heard. Pablo picasso's at the bottom of the sea. Painting all the fish in the coral reef.
Jet set ski shop quasi silver porche jacket. Bleached blonde forty-dollar foster grant. Capped teeth two-inch eyelash. Pseudo gamma delta doll. Adidas in heat.
She carries me. Through days of apathy. When I am a desert. She washes over me. And it gives me peace. To know she accepts me. Even in my folly. . If the spotlight falls from my face.
Hey, the makings of a real event. He slices through the urban air,. Immediate and confident. Yes, he's riding on a sonic wave. Defining a modern pose.
I remember everything you said to me. Your moody stance, my nervousness, your confidence. I remember magnetism in your eyes. You told me then without a sound, you wanted me.
Sometimes at night I drive by and stare. And wonder what my life would be like if I had wound up there. Would I walk around with that look on my face.
He left home at 16, the days go by like years. He didn't get much schooling but he learned a lot on the road. He knows one thing, not to trust no one but himself.
Ten minutes til' twelve o'clock,. That's when the hammer drops,. CYANIDE in the chamber,. Until the HEARTBEAT stops,. . The last BREATH (Dying BREATH),.
Amoeba. Amoeba. Amoeba. Amoeba. . Amoeba. Amoeba. Amoeba. Amoeba. . We are the scientists in the lab. Looking through a microscope. The little glass slides they never lie.
There's a box under his bed. that he never opens up. but tonight he pulls it out. cause he's come to look for. evidence of what he fears:. senseless tears.
Once upon a time. I was rattling around. Like a songbird that you prized. But it never made a sound. . Someone told me not to come. They told me not to look.