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I am everything today What I need and what needs to be said I got my finger pulsing socket I dance the way you never will I dance the way you never could I take myself by the hand What I do lift myself to cruising level I have a little box of rubber pain I dance the way you never will I dance the way you never could

I am a monster such a self centered beast egoistic animal I am a monster Individual science lab test rabbit ltd.

and Take your love and never give a thought I have a box of chocolates and What I need and what needs to be said Fighting armoured warcat falling into bed Oh, I dance the way you never will I dance the way you never could (what I need is what needs to be said) (what I did is what needs to be said)

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I am holding an anonymous quilt Filled with feathers and air Tightly Surrounded by a halo Of suffocating bright fog Covering her surface It is tender anonymous and Whoever

I’m holding tight saying: “I’ll never hurt you” “I’ll never hurt you” I need you I can’t see a thing My space is limited in saying

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Half past run and after done her scales of peacock green. A woman of house & office I just realised - I don’t know much about.

Afternoons faking bored. I am exceeding and she can see. Smile of lizard curling teeth. I just realised - I am this much wrong.

and these stains - -->you?<-- know exactly what they are Opening eyes drying wry. I can see you through the paint. talking, trusting & over & over Never realised - forgot so much about

Talk to me

Talk to me

I see stars

It’s amazing that you’re laughing

I know I have a lighter for you

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I am a downtown of open doors and my colors are bright when I’m around all turns white In a classroom where I’m trapped cut-neat clothes I’m always right If you turn my knob you’ll take off in flight

You can touch me I am everything I’m a sphere a queen

My laugh all around I’m happy exposeure to light I won’t make a sound when i’m inwards all turns white

a thousand years on the ramp kill ed my words blin ded my spotbulbs open my eyes I d on’t care I don’t c    a    r    e

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It comes without warning if it ever does the people on the street swirling in a wide lens view none of them familiar n one of them comfortable. on the bus when he got up ther e were people watching exchanging he held his neck rea lly right in the axe and made his eyes like globes while pr oceeding the walk up the stairs. when the engine started he felt the people all melting closely around and behind him in a sub-lightspeed illusion. it barely came to him wh en it did but when it reached climax it made him unlock a knot in his chest and slide his looks around the people and to the wi ndows. in the end he could only look down at his hands.

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They look at me like I’m about to crumble into paper They’re laughing and they’re thinking I’m not up to They wonder If I have an answer to their questions Thy’re looking at me with their comic eyelid lashes

I can’t answer this - H-w-o I am? I can’t think of a better answer I can’t think of a better thing to say

Just turn my head They look at me as if I wanted anything refreshing They want to know if they are Comically attracted if I swallow I hide a secret my bedsheets They would like to ask me questions about my silence I would like to break away and scream my lungs at them

This is my answer O-h-w I am? Thank you very much----

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I can’t see why I am hurting now I know a place where my freedom stops, where I get all lost-control A place I know I created in fever and despair. The people there are primary colored and walking in their place Their guns and arms are slightly thin And every thought it said. When I get to that place I need to be told

So, please tell me where to go I will smilingly obey. I don’t know anything just walking around, room to room, tossed in hands I just don’t know what dont know you.

I dont really know why it’s hurting me electric bulbfish had enough led by feeling And I am gone and pathless again

leed my hands, my precious bulbfish deep into the deepest ocean

I don’t really know why it hurts right now

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There was a man here, somewhere, just before the coronary left, I’m almost certain. He was dry, the coronary, all papers and explainings, with no excuse, not even a word. We talked about some papers and I was looking through the window. It only just got to me, that there was somebody else in this room just before he left, and now there’s no one. I don’t know if the coronary has taken the man, a young man with blond hair and smile, with him. He probably did. I remember him, clearly enough. We met some time ago just at the entrance of my building, we talked about daily matters, I think we even laughed once - his laugh was very wild with smooth white teeth and his eyes became thin little toothpicks. I had a pretty good general impression of the guy. When he walked, I could see, he was stepping very carefully, as if there were trapdoors scattered around the bottom floor of our house. I don’t even remember if he lived in our house actually, or even how he got there in the first place. but the coronary didn’t care much. Now he’s gone and Im all alone again. Maybe I’ll see him through the window.-----

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I would like to see you Just the way you were before I’m welcoming you to my courtyard. A song that is endless Always tickling me And I dont like to repeat myself for you

Welcome back - never expecting - surprized as may me, I have my work. And you keep folding your fucking arms I have to watch

I would wrap myself around your house In a colorful night club part of town Then you’d just say: “No way, that’s sick dude!” A rabbit hole’s eye view, how does it suit you My hair is too fine a brush for your shoes we’ve started our big sale again- I (lo)=(ha)ve to watch

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I left my true-self out my corridor Infront of all the flabbergasted people To see & inhale. I will never come out my door again or at least for a long time. Still the lightbulbs in my house remind me With all their questioning hatred Electromagnet on my shoulders finding no fluid inside below sea level escape. My green house Is all I need from the paranoid people to my skin and my neck up my shoulders, Thoughts of rabbit-wheel race.

It fades eventually running down the hole their questioning minds, I will stay inside my house on the street for obvious reasons Running back to my bubblegum house. Holding my laughter forever.

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The parallel metal panes In a sharp metal edge Are covered by thick sticky green cloth. As ripe a fruit as it’s bitter center With machine metal twirling inside And pointy needls to the out. A greasy dust contraption Rusty blades arrogance Designed by history Are reinforced once again.

So is the cactus built A chosen fruit. With the humor And amazement

My parents and my family have never seen me like this I m u st fall off

Feet are freely marching along just the same, as we want to be. At a climax pitch again. A razorblade tree I must fall off of.

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Its pulsing And it`s on the spot And it has your finger On me You know just where to touch You know just where to hurt You see me Through a wideanglelens Not to be observed by the sun You liked that The people The places The movies. The sex. You`re pulsing And you know just where to hurt.

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Meeting you all the time, on a family-crush routine. Just a few drinks And my chicken skin comes right off. Down to earth woman With eyes of charcoal lines carved stark into the sky. Just a quick look to mark my twitch. And later, the longer More careful looks, to mock. I am chained

A beautiful cultural woman

Her eyes still curious He’d never imagine. But I would take her to caves as the inch crack of her blouse Dive inside

A thin straw to sip the salty ocean A being from high above, A lighter still lighting scorch.

I would want to be slaved Hairy mask melting merging my flesh A different man. Her power Her beauty To twist me around just one more time Her laugh To give me spiked boots and rope She knows. A little look. I think that was a look.

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- Your thin fingernails in an aerial gesture As seen on a golden background You were sitting down I could feel your words -

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We are soft people,A statue slavery to unearthy forces. they came to mision us plant us in mud, sting our heels tothe metalbone.We shall open ourarmsagainsthe wood,White tupees of judgementday. bright white people

We are good people just randomly planted in the mud, scarecrow armfolds, comical histeria, what we wanted in the first place, to be relieved, inan ironbird withorange ribbons, sweetest gameshow flowers chiming, the cry of an owl.

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They threw a stone at me, with a tender strum They asked me pretty pretty please To take a hike. beautiful, KinD people just over protective Not to be littered by m y m u d d y prayer. They took an oath with tender language To destroy every mark of me, They asked me prety pretty please Not to attend.

Wise people Rolling my chakra wheels Double letter pointage I am painted by their TonGue We all apreciate their kindness for giving me a word of warning. Before the mob comes out.

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-----shes so brilliant

Here’s for a meeting of a hemisphere You pop up use your head And Wave Your Hands But Im trying on an unknown language Toes screaming through my ribcage.

Another one of those foggy minutes That creep around two standing wipers And you wave your Hands We live up north of a crumpled line a oneeighty baloon your stonesigns

(my head cocked to the side)

I wave my arms like i’ve got the right to down the moving stairs

I‘ve got your drift here’s another brill idea she’s so fucking complex

I got your drift fucking brilliant, got your drift fucking brilliant, got your drift fucking brilliant, got.

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There’s no such thing As half bred And half wit just like a heavy bone I don't know what to do with it traveling out for miles just to find the same busy signal

There’s no such thing As a local man just a face Another great courage To have something to erase You can stretch your legs they wont fall too far from your shadow

Same wise guy Same cynical These genuine guys in our livingroom There’s no such thing As deja-vue just more data I’ve run out of things to do I guess I’ll see you lata run out of corners stretch your legs I’ll see you lata-

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go sell your tongue on the free market where boys and girls run free the contraption is a chewing but its up above behind them

Go sell you eyes, Your jellyfish twists on the black market stalls and muddy tracks of russian roulet. Only one of a ten thousand chance A spiny- frightenning chance.

And later- So much worry restoration. How did I Do? Was that really the best angle?

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listenning to the song I thought it was pretty usual not outstanding, but not bad. It was just after the song was over And the next one began- A whistle I can’t remember -that I realised I’ve fallen a level back down to regular earthly sphere, and the song now (as I remembered) was etherial.

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I would trade my legs to trample My eyes falling out the sockets My breath banging on my ankles

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Walk out of your building An amazing morning Sucked you right into another day An hour of honey Melting into fourty of poison Walking into stoneway hall theyre Wishing you Were just gone away dont you? Youre just a ghost redBricks to smash they did

A group you don’t belong to Just cast a shadow A boring day at school to curse She didn’t reply to you Just burst out laughing red eyes You’re fingering your days The more you try to play The farther you end the ball hit you in the head you give up your hand the distance from your brain the muzzle

your peers on the fasttrack first to share a joke that lasts even later when you are not there Ask a little question If you step out This circle is closing but cannot hold Ask me if I care Now everybody’s looking I had my wishes told

Everyone around you appears pointing out a fortification towards you You try to ask yourself directly You bounce back with a grin But they don’t know you they walk Eleven in the morning Floor is burning You don’t want to move from your seat to talk Turning around you see their eyes beartrapping you smiling into your back

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