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lithium dreams surreal visions an abraxas.... of mind and soul sweet nothings whispered absorbed tucked away.... in mind's depths the abyssal plain the memory morgue awaiting... cremation |
Hmmmmmmmm, 'lithium dreams' i can feel that and i think you know why. I thought it was quite riveting, the imagery lovely and almost sinister. I liked the feel of it though i'm not sure waht you've tried to say with this one. I've got some ideas however, but i firmly stick to the adage that ASS-umptions make an ASS out of U and ME. ![]() | Posted on 2004-04-13 00:00:00 | by Voodoo_Lounge | [ Reply to This ] | Interesting... it would probably help if I knew what an "abraxas" was! | ![]() ![]() ![]() | Posted on 2004-04-13 00:00:00 | by WorththeWait | [ Reply to This ] | ok ok...i would like this poem way more if i knew wtf 'abraxas' meant. Wasn't that a persian general or sumthin? But since I see my old friend lithium (he's all over the place these days) i suppose i approve. | shard | Posted on 2004-04-13 00:00:00 | by particularshard | [ Reply to This ] | |