

Walking Through the RainWalking Through the Rain (to the Bookstore)Walking Through the Rain
The world is weeping calmly And my feet fall in dirty puddles In a black asphault parking lot My mind is my umbrella My soul my tattered rain coat The is sobbing quitly and it's turning leaves me here It's Wednesday again already but I don't feel any younger or older Just a bit less bolder and a little bit colder The world cries somberly It's tears are my own And as I reach the bookstore My world setting in shades of gray The rain finally subsides and I've nothing left to say


Summer is the WorstSummer is the WorstSummer is the Worst
Summer rolls in With happy heart and a grin but the blistering sun
Soon kills all the love and the fun Summer is truely the worst Like hell am I not cursed Because summer love is a scam and alie Better to lay down and die As the waves swallow my romantic asperations My optimism is blinded by persperation As summer rolls out With quiet agony and a silent shout


Surealist DreamSurealist DreamSurealist Dream
Captain Doktor Sir Psycho Sexy Ate his bubbled day dreay dreams out of rose coloured shoot glasses While all the while The great betentecled cyclopian eye stared down on steel jungles of
asphault metel fish streams as the sweetly singing coal mine canary
ceases her marry tune due not to poison gasses But to the bird killing claws
of everyday bordom "But worry not!" hails the hale and healthy lord of ivory tower townships "for what is all this but a jolly joke offered by midnight cloked gentleman of


CollisionCollisionCollision
Time slips by like streams of multicoloured steam as miniscule men in our heads shovel coal we creak forwards
in undefined zigs and random zags long ago abandoning
our hearts those foolish captains
of ships sinking further every second. Sometimes our chaotic
wild wanderings intersect
and even
collide causing pain causing bliss causing heaven causing hell causing everything
in between anything and anything else
and ultimately
causing life.
Devious Comments
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And I am a writer, writer of fictions
And I've written pages upon pages
Trying to rid you from my bones
I am a writer, I am all that you have hoped on
And I've written pages upon pages
Trying to rid you from my bones
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And I am a writer, writer of fictions
And I've written pages upon pages
Trying to rid you from my bones
I am a writer, I am all that you have hoped on
And I've written pages upon pages
Trying to rid you from my bones
not a pity-watch...but yah i like wayching any randomness xD
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And I am a writer, writer of fictions
And I've written pages upon pages
Trying to rid you from my bones
I am a writer, I am all that you have hoped on
And I've written pages upon pages
Trying to rid you from my bones
teeheexD
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And I am a writer, writer of fictions
And I've written pages upon pages
Trying to rid you from my bones
I am a writer, I am all that you have hoped on
And I've written pages upon pages
Trying to rid you from my bones
and for the record, i sadly became a devious poet as well =[
...such a tragic thing to become
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And I am a writer, writer of fictions
And I've written pages upon pages
Trying to rid you from my bones
I am a writer, I am all that you have hoped on
And I've written pages upon pages
Trying to rid you from my bones
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Chances are that chances aren't...
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And I am a writer, writer of fictions
And I've written pages upon pages
Trying to rid you from my bones
I am a writer, I am all that you have hoped on
And I've written pages upon pages
Trying to rid you from my bones
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And I am a writer, writer of fictions
And I've written pages upon pages
Trying to rid you from my bones
I am a writer, I am all that you have hoped on
And I've written pages upon pages
Trying to rid you from my bones
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So whut do you paint?
Brian: Anger........Fear......Pain.......Aggression....
(I'm in Love With a Raver!*SINGS*)
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