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Wednesday, November 7, 2007
D-8, you sunk my battleship
Viewer Discretion is advised
at a time at a place
every knows one
I am, apart of myself and so am I.
Antsy integrity against infants
Pamper whiny princesses waist
Bite juicy banana joints
Question x quizzes Xander
Carry kids corpeses kindly
Marshall should go to sleep
yes, but I am not tired.
Marshall..... just go to sleep.
OK.
Thank you.
Your welcome
An awful place to be
There are beautiful white walls surrounding
All comfy and cozy no wall that is uneasy
Nothing in these white walls can hurt
except for all those buttons that strike a
right nerve. Transferring into another room
bites as gloomy.
At first it is uncomfy, cold and cornered. but as the room shrinks and the doctors start to grow. There is comfort and coziness mixing like blood and adrenaline.
Noise starts intruding as the doctors are confused
By the phenomenon on the slate table that is shrieking and scratching towards the doctors.
Her body is friction covered by the ties binding down on her. Heart racing as doctors are racing to control her. Red splatters on the doctors white coats and the hard candy like floor. More needles, more panic and more terror. Spiraled life is sinking deeper into the muckiness of death. She gasps for air, for life but the doctors push her deeper and deeper into the muck, never having a chance to rise.
Robot twister
A sudden slow interest pops into my head
It is deemed silly already by my friends
Though they forget it, I carry on
I carry on with the interest that popped into my head.
Unnoticeable, but not sneaky I start to build
As it grows in size and life, people start noticing that my interest has life
Some applaud, some shun for what I have created
Their opinions don't matter because its all in good fun
One day I notice my interest has been misplaced
I search for it, looking for something to find
Then I suddenly slowly realize I am in such a great bind
That my interest was not built, created, or constructed outside of my mind.
(Get my cast off tomorrow)
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