Date: 2010-04-04 15:03 Subject: let me sing you sweet & distant fictions. on lonely nights you will lay & listen. Security: Public Music: wish list;; jets to brazil Tags: swan song, thnks fr th mmrs

if you don't like it, wait until i fix it. then morning comes & cops invade my conscience ...i run around the house; a heated atom. can't foresee the outcome but you can lean to one side. if ever i should seem to take for granted this lovely life that i have been handed - darling, don't just stand there, come knock me around. 'cause i know i can write my way out of this black hole back to all the things that i miss. sometimes i wonder if i even exist. add another line to my wish list. the overview is not the same as going through the present joy & all it took to come to this. to know the ending would be pretending. they took my words & wrote them off as passing. it pissed me off enough to keep me writing. go make your living, boy; i'll go on fighting. 'cause i know i can write my way out of this black hole back to all the things that i miss. you stay digging at your own little ditch, that's just another thing on my wish list. if i should slide over & under, you know i just might stay 'til i get it right. some people say i'm corny or i'm morbid. i always thought i was touching, i was tragic. one man's magic is another's plastic. well, which one is it? am i sweetness? am i sickness? if i say both, you will say i lack commitment. of course you're right. of course i'm right. but i know i can write my way out of this black hole back to all the things that i miss. sometimes i don't even know you exist. that's just another thing on my wish list.

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