Maybe some more things will find their way here, i lost a book full of words, but a ew one is slowly on its way.


The toilings of menThe toilings of men- the daily jibe, the face that says it all::i'm so full of shit.The toilings of men
Can't make it stick i'll hurt you too quick you'll rip me to bits the rising tide it starts to nip.
Growing old and something green in cupboards locked with broken wings.
Drop, drop, drop dead right now i hate your ambiguous holes in the wall.
Likety slips slipped discs burnt wrists, temporal shift her kiss her kiss.
Backwards and forwards and hollow recorders running their melodies into the ground, gasping for air while the air chokes me whole and it swallows my soul and i'm home for now.
Eye to eye

Wordsonaline.Words are hollow, words are crap words will never bring you back.Wordsonaline.
Words are white flags brilliant, bright. Words can light up a darkened night.
Words are magic, marvolous things words can ebb and flow and grow.
Words might end this world right now words like smack or holy cow.
Words record I'm sitting here words record your full of fear.
Words will sing 'we once, were life' but now those words are ink on lines,
Words oh words you run away words you let me down today words i use you to communicate words I ha
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Confucious say: Man who run behind car gets exhausted.
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Not up. Not down. Not waking. Not sleeping. Not in. Not out. You're not here. And you certainly ain't all there. Where are you... ?
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Confucious say: Man who run behind car gets exhausted.
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Not up. Not down. Not waking. Not sleeping. Not in. Not out. You're not here. And you certainly ain't all there. Where are you... ?
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Confucious say: Man who run behind car gets exhausted.
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