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2003-04-16 - 1:47 a.m. quit your pushing stop your stalling say you must have kissed your malling you say you'll do a lot of things but you don't like what evil brings it's just a pact you've made to score the package that you're waiting for when it comes you'll break it down there'll be a party in your town a festival of bands and friends for seven days (until it ends) you'll speak of things so long held back and everyone will help you pack target hearted -- hard hit archer tears will flow at your departure that's the reason that you're saving but you're distracted by the craving which keeps you searching for a place where you can freely stuff your face such a minimal cost at that (as long as you don't get too fat) an interum hang out where you find all the things that stroke your mind meanwhile in society all the sell-out sites to see reach you in your stupor state where you sit and vegetate you detach and start to stray convinced you've earned this time away creative juices poorly wasted as you succomb to things you've tasted it's really all come down to this? you won't be leaving... won't be missed. somewhere down the road a piece where up is down and west meets east a portal opens up for you but you're not there and won't go through because you're stuck at archer's ball watching sparrows as they fall calling fire to come forth something told them to fly north as in springtime you lay down on that plot of fertile ground no flower grows where no seed dies the balmy breeze blows on your thighs you segregate your satisfaction from the ultimate transaction what crime is it to kill a dream? to dam creative forces' stream... expression smacked down by the teacher impressions that will never reach her attempts which met with disapproval resulted in the swift removal of the thing which well might save the dream you had when you were brave there's no time for feeling down I'm still here in your hometown reaching for you in the dark if by chance this hits the mark � � |