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2004-01-25 - pay-per-view white-out won't work on all the blemishes that shout their cheers to the crowd hide out and smirk, cosmetic zen wishes lights out and the silence gets loud and all the dermatology out in the fields trampled worm photography, tore out all the reels, and this is such topography -- do you know how it feels? editing all the frames you see, cutting-room-floor reveals every picture every view of me panned and in demand mental fixtures of why you won't be another fan in the stands so much more than a blip on the radar scan as I span, span, span in a field that expands every membrane spur is kicking outward ground plane, surely sticking, with the barbs that static cling to your abyss all I want is to be king of your sweet kiss but I have to break for station reminisce I was sure there was much more to love than this so I travel back in time to the acid and the lime and the pH factor, sense retractor, nuc reactor climb critical mass, spring roll class, kicks your educated ass, double buster, chinese mustard, sinus flustered, spicey lass enacting on the brain, tack the bounding main, affections are insane, up and down again so glad that we are friends, it's good to make amends, so till this story ends, let's laugh and just pretend this time won't apprehend and catch us once again to things we cannot mend I'll love you anyway and fantasize the day when you won't go astray to capsulize dismay the image is ok, reception? on its way. and I'd still like to play. even if I have to pay. � � |