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2004-02-15 - 12:35 p.m. Didn't mean to bring your mood down I know you were high on boom town the place that culminates in curdled cultural clout a face which dominates all those who lust without all the nuances your societal sureties could surmount a virtual pot pourri of selective preferences that you can't live without as the traffic clogs the arteries of the inbound round-aboutbut there's a trend beneath the grassroots of your static and you have to understand it's automatic it's not a thing you have to try and make believe it's not a thing you have to mentally conceive it's more like something otherworldly yet organic a subtle vibe that soothes unfurledly in your panic as you contemplate the meaning of it all and another sundial shadow starts to fall so erosion lingers on in halls of Pharoahs and the potion causes lapse and broken arrows hard hearted cold indifference to the love that subtle voice of reason from above sweetly serenading man's free will to choose softly weeping when it means he has to lose one more champ of human causes two for legal loophole clauses, lame excuses for rejection of it all as one more sun dial shadow starts to fall but technology has birthed a brand new day at least that's what the architects all say building new improved productions with a view on this all encompass-city around you this counter culture curds and whey you spew attempting to break free of those before who couldn't make it through the vaulted door the entrance to the exit from the hall as one more sundial shadow starts to fall as one more worthwhile showdown takes its toll as new regimes totalitarian extol the greater virtues of their brand of mind control to guide the unassuming and patrol all lucrative investments in the tide arising from the harvest of our pride a smorgasborg of functions coincide a self-imposed injunction on the side lulled into a false sex purity married to on-call security a drive-in love mentality a golf course of gentility FORE gone conclusions and their polls score on confusions in their holes and where the hell was Montalban when all the single girls have gone so tragically to follow piper's pie? was that fantasia's island song? one love for life, a tale gone wrong? poly-amorously all failed and lived a lie? Sex and the City makes me ill by now the seas have had their fill of undisgested contraceptive pills fossils driving westward for the hills as the gold rush leaves no children and no wills blame it on the rolling stones and pay the bills and the only hope for future non-distortion is the embryo escaping lab abortion and life mutated sponsorship condones the sub atomic particles and drones a harvesting of tissues, organs, bones and somehow freak you out of the unknown a credence which still comes unto its own and programmatically detects your twilight zone as one more sundial shadow starts to fall and neo-classic culture curdles all who fail to hear the one true lover's call and bread and fish are multiplied to all as warm and cleansing waves at once installed issue salvation's sequence to the core and shows the evil virus to the door and brings about a monitoring watch that governs mind and body, heart and crotch and keeps you on the straight and narrow path with an ever present mercy from the wrath that befalls the ones outside of this passover and till next time this raz-ma-taz is over � � |