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I think I am half dead, If I lie down The sun set on my head. If I lie down The plants grow on my skin. To think of so many thing Like- Oh no! I am not a socialist- and forgotten the word. You'll wait for me to be king And I'll come back, Come back to chat with you. current listening: Album In A Day volume 2 - Various ArtistTrack: Echo & Narcissus

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It's not raining, indeed. the buzz was someone's car Coming back home late like the comic; He had never prepared to bring a whore. It's only 1:23 a.m. It's not a good place actually. 3 minutes, really? I even started to suspect Is the thing even moving? Without hands manned the machines and stuffs, Without a single person, Is my internet going to work? What am I keep loading the smell of

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I am building a great wall like China With entirely rubbish like beer cans. Hey don't, don't be alone! It's only quarter hour to tomorrow. Is my body emitting smokes To make a cough like yours? I used to pen these sounds, When words trapped in my mouth. It's not a party to shout about Hearing the click of the cap; It is all the time you loaned For all the talks of commissions,And children's

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I was dreaming about the places You told me delightedly Over the distance, a smile I am trying so hard to keep.The tower stared at me Shining a pair of red eye And stand a pitiful sight A garden where only shadows Mimic our tête-à-tête.It has got carried away In a piece of sand Where your secret was written Get washed away by the sea.Take refuge, and rainsSmeared the bustling lights This vague

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Dreamt in a beehive, turned himself over And still a beehive, his head is now too big to hide. Came the messenger, with a loudspeaker Handed out a parcel, inscribed with Bold red felt marker —Thou shalt not touch! And the meaningless sentence befell upon He was not sorry, and so allowed the silence swell Into a river, dividing lands and peoples. Forgotten the pyres prepared for his own funeral

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monologues - royal festival hall live introthis is the monologue which opened the gybe! live show at the royal festival hall, london, on april 3rd 2000. transcript copied from brainwashed.com.there is a devil in this worldand no angel will save usour relations are sickened and damaged as this upside down worldthey're turning our neighbourhoods into disneylandsthey're building more prisons and

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I keep turning around, looking, Fearing that lightning may strike On my shoulder. Hiding in shades Make faint presence, only suspicions Enveloped in what is unfathomable. Like circling an unlit room. Toe tracing the floor for weighty reasons, To bare the past and question about changed That became unreasonable, unfamiliar. Brood over all my lost times borrowed, I am going back to Gondal, watch me

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Only after you have leftFlying elsewhere I have forgotten to ask,I wish I told you that—You too look familiar to me.Imprinting it to the back of my headAnd search for a past-sign of acquaintanceUntil those short lines of talksGot shied and fainted away.If I am to be in the same locus of awkwardnessAgain, hope I am to do otherwise, differently.Searching the distance where you were standing,Maybe

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Calvin packed all his love in a doubt,Leaving all his paintings behind as tokens.If you care for a slowdownAnd decide to think about himhappily picking up land mines in Vietnam,Limping, in whatever we might not want to know.Bryan put his own trousers on fire,Crowned with all his shimmering trophies.Tonight is too hot for a slowdown,He decided the end is the divider;Where the other side is

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It comes a rollingAs I look on, to investigateMy head on the floor.Not much spatter aroundAs I can remember.This odious subsist,Dagger drawn from my dried heartWhen pen has no use to paintThis toiling pain.I was repeating being murderedIn a nightmare I refused to wake.

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The wailing sirenRight before the day break,A false alarmThe flying cat triggered?Or a real panicAgain ravished the night?Leaving another to bleedUnstoppable,And we'll look at each otherDespicable.Everything ceased to move,With its progress haltedWhen the news break,With the sound of engineSlash before the day break.

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I mean, I am feeling grateful,Finished The Long Way Down—The book, like an achievement,And it doesn't achieve shitIn the real world, in any way.Tomorrow could be hell,I think I should stopThinking if there is tomorrow,Which is just two hours away.I am picking up ex librisLike embracing my old-flame.SS2 where the stove has been burningTo fry somebody else's breakfast,For someone who couldn't

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I wrote you a note, while listen to TchaikovskyWhile Nyx was in deep thought,Through her exhausted drag.Poised with wings, I kept the song unsung.To tell, you are always on the list;It would make you so proud –"But who is Victor?" –I yelled at Latona.All I have left to do, is to worship you,bellowing down to earth–Seeping your nectar.Poised with wing, I hold your song unsung.

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Looking back there are holes In the sky where you try to remember.How her voices were fated to be late,And trying a little bit harder Everytime to trace the fainted echoes.How I am not missed by your ghost– My uttered horrow, when I came clear off the spiral And see the seperate ways demarcate.Singing downward the chorus of the muses,Our dramatis personae is nowhere to be seen.The frontier where

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Yes, me too wanted to talk,and so I might not hearwhat everybody else has to say.That eternal buzzing sound, still I am lazy to find outwhat that noise is all about.Already cause me a headache,like a swift kick in the headabsolutely is not a bright way to start.I stole some chocolate from the fridgeI don't know whose but it's bitter,then decided to leave my cube.The moon is low tonightlike how

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To come back to these cool murderer villainWhose sideburns also in green colours–To think about thatAnd comeback to to the room of wiresAnd decided not to stay at home.Set up my head on fire,And want to run the universe–Decided to hide, in the gutterStaring into blank-pagesInto the land of others.Toying with the idea of unless,Wanted to cause unrest and disorders,Because I wanted to take no

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