Tuesday Aug 07, 2007

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It's on America's tortured brow that Mickey Mouse has grown up a cow. Now the workers have struck for fame, 'Cause Lennon's on sale again. See the mice in their million hordes, from Ibeza to the Norfolk Broads. Rule Britannia is out of bounds to my mother, my dog, and clowns. But the film is a sadd'ning bore, 'Cause I wrote it ten times or more. It's about to be writ again, as I ask you to focus on
Sailors fighting in the dance hall. Oh man! Look at those cavemen go. It's the freakiest show. Take a look at the lawman beating up the wrong guy. Oh man! Wonder if he'll ever know he's in the best selling show.
Is there life on Mars?


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I've been thinking and thinking and thinking and thinking and thinking.....
It seems all i do these days, is think about things...
Actually, that's a lie...i have been dancing more than i've been thinking. Because, most times, the desire to become enlightened to what i am, is trumped by the need to soak in and burn out a current emotion.
It seems all i do these days, is dance to things...

I've come to realise how much I am in love with the stale yellow colour produced by tan, and cream, lampshades at night. It is the light that is hardly there. Just smooth shapes, soft glows, and deep glimmers.
When I dream of dirty things; they are illuminated by the quiet light of a single dim lamp.

Lately, I have become addicted to eating cup o' noodles.
Which will make 342 times i've become addicted to cup o' noodles...




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rin:
five-head to acommodate brain!
glitch:
you are the fucking greatest!! *hearts*

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