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.
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