Monday Apr 14, 2003

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Spinning round and round,
these circles of indecision prevent my evolution.
This whirlpool of mass destruction
barracades a revolution.
I pick through the peices
for some sort of solution.
I'm sick of playing host to this
relentless intrusion.
This uninvited source
that feeds my confusion.
I can't see the sky
from inside this pollution.
My eyes are blind to a resolution.
madness_____:
I like reading it better than trying to write it.smile
mephausto:
it's strange how stuck one can feel when they feel like they're moving as fast as they can towards the next place they want to be.

and if i could dip a paintbrush into your words, most people would be speechless at the sight.

be seeing you at stewd's again?

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