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    dots Submission Name: Insanity Breaksdots

    Author: lynxstarfire
    ASL Info:    26/Feline/MD
    Elite Ratio:    4.02 - 100/106/54
    Words: 170
    Class/Type: Misc/Misc
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    the voices scream and noone listens, I tell their tales spiritedly and with purpose, they dance on cheese-graters and expect to not fall between the cracks in the fabric of society, I walk the line between bliss and agony, blissful agony....ahhh what a beautiful phrase, it implies so much....penultimate pleasure, extreme pain, silence........ they speak..........when the red crown of rumangar floats over the sea of ranch dressing everyone cries.... they cry because they know the meaning of bleu cheese......... everything wanders backwards and i look to the sky to see a backwards V of geese flying upside down in reverse.... the trees look so beautiful this time of year all green and gold and blue and pink....... they all died that day.... there wasn't anything to do about it.... they walked right into a trap........and only the crazy people survived, of which there were not very many....... the others...... the other laugh at me as i try to tell their story and now...now theres only one thing left to do.........

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      walking down the street. they smile and i wave,
    dont worry babe itll be ok . take a whiff and a gander. cant you smell it in the night? theres a place, a mound of glory, such sweet part, and society woes. patience there may be some promised land. not to you or i till we feed upon a lullaby. everyday the ravine continues to fill. the day it stops destiny fulfilled. longing for true peace, loves unburdend turmoil. it may find us both, through the pews and stained glass. a final embrace that sets only upon truth...
    very well written i yearn for more! thank you.
    | Posted on 2006-07-17 00:00:00 | by blackhart | [ Reply to This ]

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