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Started by Horab Fibslager, July 23, 2005, 02:38:35 AM

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Horab Fibslager

July 23, 2005, 02:38:35 AM
<a psalm for imagineers.>

strange and silly
goes the horn
laughter blinds our choreaic fair
taste teh rotten things here
smile and dance the fire bright
burn your whole with delight
in kind winter's furnace
won't we meet
some kind of
siamese parakeet?

in to town to carve a doll
there is no writing upon the wall
clean and neat
neat and clean!
what a very shiny machine!
always moving
always today
throw away your yesterday
dare to dream
even in the mean
we wake we go
easy flow.
Hell is other people.

Horab Fibslager

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July 23, 2005, 02:38:59 AM
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Hell is other people.
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