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Post by ScaryDan on Jan 12, 2002 19:55:01 GMT -5
a tear, and a bicycle
-forgetfulness and rotting consume, pouring into a never ending void.
-a few notes respite, a finger, a tear, swept away (again).
-empty boxes and shells, a voice, some words and a knife (saved by the bell)
-lost in the bicycle, around, and the same, and the same, and the same and the same and the same and the same and the same and the same and the same and the same and the same and the same and the same and the same and the same [fade out]
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Post by luceluna on Jan 13, 2002 2:06:50 GMT -5
monotony kills <br> and the same, and the same,
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Post by ScaryDan on Jan 13, 2002 16:49:56 GMT -5
thats basically what i'm trying to say...
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Post by luceluna on Jan 13, 2002 17:17:10 GMT -5
i know, dan: i know
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Post by lildansbitch on Jan 16, 2002 8:49:04 GMT -5
A tear.. in the wheel of my bicycle Nothing's fine - it's torn. Like a hymen. [wonder why Madonna never thought of that one as an album/song title ] Ripped. Doesn't take much to rip a tyre to pieces. Supposed former mode of transport now defunct Useless. Puncture. Rapture That was an old Blondie song. Frame of steel Rust. Lust. Big bust. Uncomfortable seat with steel bar Once used to provide pre-pubescent wedgie Now used to smash car windows. Theft. Supporting my habit. Rabbit. Where'd you put the keys girl? Heard the eternal footman bought himself a bike to race. Lick my legs, I'm on fire Lick my legs, there's a tear in my tyre! Full-stop.
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