| 1/24/2006 08:26:00 PM |
[ we'll set this place on... ]
this spirit speaks in tonsa tongues.
lilting... over the batty beats of too smart hearts.
coding and decoding again the trends it can't amend.
What makes you smile? What do you do to stay awake in class? What do you think of as you fall asleep? Do you ever get confused between dreams and re-al-i-tee? Do you ever feel like you lack a certain... funkiness? Let me clarify that one. Do you ever wish people saw you, and without knowing why, imagined they were smelling coffee and books? Do you ever want to sit down in traffic and start playing invisible bongo drums? Do you ever want to talk in rhyme or iambic pentameter or some such mushy-mellow(dramatic) suchness? Does presence... take something out of you? |
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