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No time for pity, for the tree or me...
7:46 p.m. | 2003-04-08

Stereo sings quiet/ Belle & Sebastian flowing/ Sleeping wrapped in arms/ Melting into One and elevating/ Energies feeding the comfort/ Lips fueling explorations/ Green Grass and Gold Sauza/ Dancing in spiderweb tunnels/ Limiting mental aerobics/ Fostering creativity/ Creating defined anima/ We children of love/ Children of loss/ Lose reality outside/ Growth between; locked/ Repent and Release/ Loss and Profit/ Peice by Peice/ I was 1/2 angel/ Of whole;/ Who stole my breath

Botchalism beauties/ Kill the nerves that kill youthful splendor/ Works of Art Women/ Make up with make-up something "better"

Head fertilizer Gent/ Fill the holes that fill insecurity/ Fashionable men/ Dress up to downplay fear quiet surely

What is beauty?/ How is beautiful?/ How many ways it's told!/ Is it what you knew in whole?/ Or do you bluff when you should fold?

Lover, cover me like clovers; all over fertile lands/ Let me crawl all day long along your heart's fence with tense hands.

Fiction meets friction when reality sticks him uptown is where it all goes down and around of drinks kill what minds think for your self-awareness is life's hold on golden soul searching suits me well, it's all over now and again I want to say thank you are the master of your own happiness is overrated anyhow.

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