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2am Insanity
01-31-2007, 07:21 PM
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2am Insanity
A poem I wrote a long time ago.
2am Insanity
Are you sleeping sir? To that I reply NO. For I am the Lord of the Night. Or some tom foolery of the sort.
Do you like my hat? I DO NOT!
And yay, though I walk though the valley of death, I shall fear no fashion, no stone unturned.... and Bob's yer uncle. To that I reply, I ride into town on a lotus flower because it speaks to me. It says "my roots are dry"
Huzzah to the shop keep! The one who sold me the broken sandals that make my feet hurt. But remember, look at the man with no shoes, then look at the man with no feet. Irrelevance is moot. Nonsense is the new black.
Live your life like a bowl of chocolate pudding. Wiggle a bit in your sinful deliciousness. For if knowledge is power, a god I shall not be.... but an angel always walks in the brightest light.
When a chicken has four legs, and a horse has two, the were found swimming in south Jersey waters. Beautiful in flight but deadly to the touch, the honey bee. Blatantly a work-a-holic forcing the world to look at their lazy minds. No motivation, all deprecation makes Jack a sick boy.
Beauty is in the eye of everything that doesn't have eyes.
To breathe, to be, to sense. Human I say. To love, I reply yes, if only.
Full circles come together in a twirling caramel twist. My foot itches, and I scratch it
Are you sleeping sir? To that I reply NO. For I am the Lord of the Night. Or some tom foolery of the sort.
Do you like my hat? I DO NOT!
And yay, though I walk though the valley of death, I shall fear no fashion, no stone unturned.... and Bob's yer uncle. To that I reply, I ride into town on a lotus flower because it speaks to me. It says "my roots are dry"
Huzzah to the shop keep! The one who sold me the broken sandals that make my feet hurt. But remember, look at the man with no shoes, then look at the man with no feet. Irrelevance is moot. Nonsense is the new black.
Live your life like a bowl of chocolate pudding. Wiggle a bit in your sinful deliciousness. For if knowledge is power, a god I shall not be.... but an angel always walks in the brightest light.
When a chicken has four legs, and a horse has two, the were found swimming in south Jersey waters. Beautiful in flight but deadly to the touch, the honey bee. Blatantly a work-a-holic forcing the world to look at their lazy minds. No motivation, all deprecation makes Jack a sick boy.
Beauty is in the eye of everything that doesn't have eyes.
To breathe, to be, to sense. Human I say. To love, I reply yes, if only.
Full circles come together in a twirling caramel twist. My foot itches, and I scratch it
have you been smoking HHR Forever? 
