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myself (Free verse) by decadentlaurel

limited confined restrained am i drawing using only circles and squares writing starving from lack of words or maybe i am just living life held back by -

royalflesh 24-Sep-02/10:37 PM
words are like acid...stinging, melting, bluring, accentuating...our misuse, abuse, or blatently covering (defining : shaping) our existence. Have a joint dude...it will release something more beautiful, meaningfull and poignent. Gotta get out of the house once in awhile too to smell the stenching glue holding the faces of others to the street pavement's filth...if you know what i mean. Kick a lick and make it sweat sweet licorice and black ice. Watch out below....their after us.




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