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i am not this thing you assume you envision with your closed-circuit, technicolor mind that you are judge, jury, prosecutor, executioner extraordinaire and i, you swear, good book underhand, am just bad..... so late it must be orgy needle-cult evil heathen activity... late, you lie awake you lie awake and unaware you lie yourself scared and shades of lime i might be more than you dared, cared to even consider a little consideration would be nice, you say and i choke on a laugh as i choke on my leash --- consider release of ME aware that freedom is never free and clear that scars make either iron bars or ladders. i lie awake, consumed with the guarantee that life is short, not necessarily sweet.... and i have songs to go before i sleep. 08/16/99 3:50am |