Tuesday, March 23, 2010

45*21

they angle in everywhere we entreat
another bonehead parade
maybe it's just the depression
in the mirror it's black and white
until it disappears
there's always a subterfuge
a grand scaling of window dressing
the clouds sometimes speak
the depressing thing is I can't hear them
but the blue blue sphere
and then it rains
and dolphin's are sexting
the spheres of ignorance rein
everything went up in a puff of smoke
just leave it how you want it
it's at exactly this moment
that it truly rains
and the cats swim in milk
and everybody is out of there fucking minds
sometimes
and that time never ceases

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