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your mind is not your own it's wandered far from home it boarded a fast train disappeared in the rain traveling on rusted rails it's way beyond the pale your mind's on one last ride with goofy for a guide the wind begins to chill you take another pill feeling like ice so nice it's just one more device like a hole in your head a head under your bed a spike goes in a vein so little life remains the soot filled sky goes black you're never coming back |
Reading this I actually get the feeling of a fast train, of the cars whipping by even as the specific actions inherent in the piece are depicted frame-by-frame...it's all freeze-frame clear. Nicely written.~C | Posted on 2011-06-25 00:00:00 | by ponykeeper | [ Reply to This ] | :D I love it when you write like this. | | Posted on 2011-03-05 00:00:00 | by Runes | [ Reply to This ] | One to start off the day with. I like throwing in Goofy, gives it a special sort of class. Thanks! | | Posted on 2011-01-15 00:00:00 | by Blue Monk | [ Reply to This ] | |