rantings and ravings of a loveable lunatic

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Humor  |  House: Booksie Classic
the title says it all but the first line is my favourite

Submitted: January 27, 2008

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Hear my smile from across the millpond
Stroke my breath just seconds from the end
Bring a friend just don't let them to close
The closer the better but always presently never
Only for me is this world on an axis
Twirling away from the reality of myspace
Stop, listen, don't look just believe you can make it
Go on try it just take that first step
Away must you follow from behind must you lead
Suture me with stitches whilst letting me bleed
The moment is over now play the moments again
Driftwood driftwood drift out in the ocean
Your bottle with a message within
Has sunk to the seabed now the message is no good
No good for the intended to wonder
Where oh why is mealtime over
My stomach doth protest this apple I have blessed
My friends list reaches 1000 how I wonder
My friends my life, hangers on, my wife
It hurts now the vision the bulletins the comments
Then crashes the mad screaming dashes
The view from the floor the creak of the ceiling
Plan not your existence, your future is in the balance
Balancing balls I am good at scrutinize me now
Talk quietly so as to wake up my neighbours
I can talk with no voice telepathy telepathy..
Keyboard telepathy tip tapping fingers
Knock knock let me I am under you skin
Your heart says it wants me. Your brain nauseating.
Like a field with no pasture, a desert, a dune
A mad man, a loon. believe in the outside
Theres life, not just this room but leave?
If leaving exists not inwardly in your workings
Help no help yes help give up help yes
Machine built forever naturally buried under tidal waves
Of hope?
Followed by communications on mass interruption beguiled by
Tradesmen that do not subsist telephone salesmen
Preserve pretend give them one choice
The end


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