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Posted: 6/24/2006 7:40:32 AM | Hello=)
So as to judge this distorded reality
is it for me to judge
or someone else
I can't comprehened what is real anymore
so who am I to judge this distorded reality
expect there is a higher part in all of us
that helps us
especially when to look outside the box is needed
to change the perception of this distorded reality
but how do I know this distorded reality doesn't have any truth in it
it might not be clear as day, and also there are many delusions in this distorded reality
if there was truth in it what would it be?
Would it just be another way of having an appifiny?
or would be not a distorded reality but a different perception of reality that isn't usually seen?
So many questions, but no answers, and One more question
Does this distorded reality free us from the laws of nature and help us to understand the unknown?
Mabye in time someone will know... | |
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Posted: 6/24/2006 10:31:54 AM | Maybe in time someone will know...
then make it into a t.v. show
or a Broadway play so you can go
laugh at how they make it blow | |
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Posted: 6/24/2006 10:36:40 AM | Laugh at how they make it blow.
Life has it trials for all of us to show,
that look on our face when we suffer.
It tells a story without any buffer.
Reading between the lines of sorrow.
It gives us light so we plan for tomorrow.
Take all that you learn in all defeats.
It helps you appreciate love when you meet.
For the pain and perceptions enlighten your soul.
So that pleasure is sweeter when you see your role.
It is taken for granted without having grown.
Love is sweetest when a full spectrum is known. | |
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Posted: 6/24/2006 1:42:47 PM | Love is sweetest when a full spectrum is known
lay your head back,prepare your mind to be blown
keep repeating the feeling, make it your own
playing the game til it's won
the motions, the fire, the melodic beat
baby, you make it unbearably sweet
when you feed the need, inside of this heat
playing the game til we're one | |
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Posted: 6/24/2006 3:41:29 PM | Playing the game til we're one
Butterflys dream cocoons of none
Once a worm that spun a thread
Urgency now there in her head
To take to flight
To live have loves
Soar with Hawks and play with doves
Driving ceaseless thunderous pounding
Sweet soft moans emit the sounding
Spectrum colors lights and smells
The married woman never tells...... | |
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Posted: 6/24/2006 4:02:43 PM | The married woman never tells
when her kids have funny smells
or if the doctor said to stay
off the smokes for a few days
She see the studs hangin round the mall
thinks of days she wouldn't stall
or take a back seat except for fun
at the drive-in she'd sure like some
The married woman sets her own pace
not following that horn toad race
or checking for newspaper advice
in love or lust she's really nice | |
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Posted: 6/25/2006 1:35:00 AM | In love or lust she’s real nice
An angel made of sugar and spice
She’ll tease and please you into desire
Building and building until you’re on fire
She’ll build you up right to the brink
Then play with you and make your heart shrink
Then once you’ve peaked and fall into a trance
She skips away with nearly a dance | |
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Posted: 6/25/2006 4:31:53 PM | She skips away with nearly a dance
Across ancient treetops prance
Cascade over waterfalls slip silver stream
And floats down river it is her dream.
She laughs aloud with joyous mirth,
You will not ever know her worth
Past the forests, fields and sand
She’ll choose her own place to land.
Crawls out on shore to allow the sun
The privilege of drying her hair undone
Scattered clothing across the shore
You will be always wanting more. | |
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Posted: 6/25/2006 10:22:09 PM | You will be always wanting more.
The love that makes you adore.
They will make this world a treat.
Someday when you both do meet.
Life will change all for the better.
Maybe it will be the next email letter.
Anticipation will bring forth desire.
Next you will find your heart's inspired.
The final day when two hearts unite.
A day that will bring much to excite.
The love of a lifetime now to treasure.
Bringing forth a unity of endless pleasure.
The rest of life is up to you to explore.
Find love each day to cherish it more.
Nothing needs to be done to reinvent her.
The world is an endless place of adventure. | |
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 960 | |
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Posted: 6/26/2006 1:21:07 AM | The world is an endless place of adventure
for crocodiles on hangliders
and the one eyed purple people eater
wears his jeans as low-riders
so beware the whisper of the wings
those crocs are feeling frisky
to wander to the store tonight
may be rather risky
you may view them as flying shoes
[it you like that type of leather]
one quick snap of hungry jaws
won't leave you feeling better
since old one eye is out as well
better to stay at home
low rider jeans cut circulation
should leave him well alone
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Posted: 6/26/2006 1:48:07 AM | Should leave him well alone
Before he bites your arms off and uses them for kindling
For his lair while you moan, --
Gestures look ludicrous without arms, but a hopeful spindling
Will resurrect your swinging appendages so's you can pick your nose
Once again. Rah! Rah! Pick up the pieces
Of your broken dreams. Pick up the garden hose
Before your irate landlord calls you on your relatives' expired leases. | |
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longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 962 | |
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Posted: 6/26/2006 2:20:45 AM | Before your irate landlord calls you on your relatives' expired leases
and the rabid piranhas chomp you to pieces
you might dream mice, but really scream meeces
as kiwi shearers are loving their fleeces
Yet all of us know this not really true
one thing special to me means nothing to you
crocs on hang gliders love people too
they say that seal pups make wonderful stew | |
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Posted: 6/26/2006 3:35:47 AM | they say that seal pups make wonderful stew
but have u ever tryed to eat it?
let me tell u, its very hard to chew
i perfer something a little less tough
like lions zebras monkeys or cats
a meal of these arent near so rough
mix a few veggies into the pot
invite over family and friends, even the neighbours
there is enough for the entire lot
personaly instead of makin stew
i would slice em up in steaks
and cook them on the bbq
but whatever u decide to do
take the time to make sure
they are cooked all the way through
because if not cooked right they can make u really sick
and if you are a man
the first thing to rot off is your****br>
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longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 964 | |
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Posted: 6/26/2006 5:22:16 AM | "the first thing to rot off is your prick???"
that doesnt sound real healthy
is that for everyone,
even if your wealthy
I better leave seal pups alone
concentrate on cats
they only give me fur balls
not too much wrong with that
then again, a puppy
can be delicious fare
touch of chilli and garlic
quite beyond compare
now beaver, on the other hand
can have a slightly fishy taste
but I don't a bit
I leave none as waste
Eye of newt, tongue of frog
are great if your a witch
I much prefer a lovely breast
they are my favourite dish | |
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Posted: 6/26/2006 6:55:22 AM | They are my favourite dish
That of course and rotted fish
and smelly cheese and rotten eggs
do make me tremble in my legs
I've eaten stuff you won't believe
I've eaten stuff to make one heave
My friend who used to be a Miller
once shared with me a caterpillar
another friend worked in a zoo
and brought to me some pooey poo
she knew I'd do the most to pleeez er
so I kept the pooey in my freezer
by now you'll think this story quaint
but I'll tell you friend it flippin ain't
each word I say is really true
I've even eaten wads o'glue
I've chewed a swallowed loads of muck
and once it was I lost me luck
I didn't really get to pick
the day I swallowed a***nic
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Posted: 6/26/2006 6:59:02 AM | | Hey ! they censored the last word which was NOT swearing but the deadly poison. | |
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longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 967 | |
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Posted: 6/26/2006 8:17:09 AM | The day I swallowed arsenic
I really felt quite fine
just like mothers milk
or rough canadian wine
You know the ones
looks so great
but leaves
a fairly nasty taste
well the arsenic was just like that
Wine would probably kill a cat
as paint stripper was pretty good
they must not age their wine in wood
could say that they try their best
still very trying none the less
ok back to poison I have tried
up until the day I died
Strichnine gave the heart a jump
hemlock must be number one
mighty dreams I had on that
but arsenic wouldn't kill a cat
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Just showing that it can be done | |
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Posted: 6/26/2006 1:54:03 PM | Just showing that it can be done
with a lot of fúckin fun
while lying in the sun
tanning my lilly white bum
I wait for all the are sinics
and scan my dinky toys
watching for sexy ladies
while making rude labial noise
they think the beach will teach me some
then hide all day from fun and sun
reading rags from city slags
that love to spread pond scum
Thinking I need a change of pace
I cruise along the shore
the carcases of seagulls wash up
but to me they are a bore
The a seal that appears quit dead
slowly disolves into the sand
it starts to make me hungry
so I grab it with both hands
Pulling now with all my might
i struggle for what feels like days
the just befor I free it
the eyes seem to loose their haze
the a honking sound erupts so loud
my ears beging to ring
I release my hold and fall to the ground
just as he starts to sing
Oh thank you boy for all your help
getting me free from the sand
You know if I could repay you
I'd make you into a man
I say no thanks to that idea
for just look around this place
those people you see called men
just don't have my kind of pace
now if you could find me a woman
to easy my hunger a bit
I'd give you the bat out of my hand
instead of clubbing you with it. | |
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Posted: 6/26/2006 3:31:57 PM | Instead of clubbing you with it,
My love shall sway to you my dear,
Entrancing you with it's hypnotic beat,
Soothing you into the warmth of life,
Caressing you into madness,
The joining of two beings,
Becoming one, bathed in moonlight,
I am but your fairy in the wind,
Dancing through your soul,
Dipping into your mind,
Connecting with your heart,
This moment,
This love,
Was grown,
Budding into beauty,
Under the mystery of the stars. | |
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Posted: 6/26/2006 4:44:47 PM | Under the mystery of the stars
lurks my strangest thought by far
hollow vows of dancing phrases
locked within these barbed wire cages
splinter and conjoin in elastic simplicity
disappearing into a quickly fading memory | |
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longte
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Joined: 10/18/2004
Msg: 971 | |
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Posted: 6/26/2006 4:49:18 PM | Under the mystery of the stars.
I pigged out on chocolate bars
the galaxy was pretty cool
but can't trick me, I'm no fool
sugar pounding through my veins
scoffed the lot til none remains
Pimples of course are my reward
caramel was much too hard
empty packets laying round
feeling sick, should lie down | |
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Posted: 6/26/2006 4:54:16 PM | feeling sick, should lie down
as if i'm being eaten alive
shoulda listened when my momma said:
"nice girls don't play with knives"
cut-up, broken, heartsick
worming my way into you
knowing that i shouldn't
but, hey, what can i do?
i'm hooked, baby, i need it
you're my lined-up cocaine
missin' your words, your vibes
can't wait to get high again | |
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Posted: 6/26/2006 5:05:37 PM | Can't wait to get high again,
My skin is itching,
Waiting for that sweetness,
My eye is twitching,
Sweat is beading on my brow,
Sweet anticipation,
I'm about to score,
Eating this temptation,
Elation found just holding it,
Remembering I sigh,
My soul has been devoured,
I am going to get high,
I am going to forget love,
Soar with my vanity,
Pretend I'm immortal,
Delve in insanity,
The lunacy of my actions,
Lost to my eyes,
As others watch me wither,
My soul dies. | |
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Posted: 6/26/2006 5:12:35 PM | As others watch me wither,
My soul dies
like the beast of hell,
this addiction
rips me inside
tears me with it's teeth
until i'm numb from the pain
yet i'll do it again, and again
and again
it's not just the feeling
it's the invicibility
the superman quality of me
i can't let it go
though i beg to be free | |
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Posted: 6/26/2006 6:19:12 PM | though I beg to be free,my pleas are denied
the tank is on empty ,tears long since dried
forgotten works just as well for me
I can crawl away unnoticed
planning a revenge in relative safety
feeling this as the beating of your wings
the old wives tale or the chaos theory
gazing out from the hurricanes eye
wishing I was you and you were me
thats a dream baby these are our lives
and no matter how caged you feel
you will always be free inside....to smile | |
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