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2003-10-03 - 7:54 p.m. your life -- it's like a story you write it as you go from the innocense and glory straight into the out freak show so do it all robotically and don't you stop to think just how the real world oughtta be shut up and have a drink and let the heart begin to flow with words which faint describe you until you reach the place you know where only one can bribe you a measure of sincerity comingling in your brew a small price for prosperity a robot's point of view the sacred chamber's automated access codes in place but now the lights are dim and faded out in cyberspace and cruiser speeds take light years and turn them into aeons the losers live their height fears awaiting flights to be on and every foreign object ID'd your read on scan and dBased you as perfect for someone's back-up plan as swinging through the passthru gate, proprietary rip-offs, they whispered "fair is love and hate" and promptly took your slip off and when you said, "excuse me but..." they broke into loud song "you and me just robot sluts... so c'mon, show that thong!" and here's where it gets nasty though not the way you think I speak of something last seen comingling in your drink the way that nights go aching and good times turn to sad has more to do with making your storyline go bad so reach out in the vast unknown with hands that float like fire and speak out for you're not alone we share the same desire to live each moment free from chains to elements which bind and gather up the last remains of plots we've yet to find � � |