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Old 10-29-03, 06:26 AM   #1
Orikle
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My Only Thoughts Intersect With The Diligent Dialect..
Slurred Words Drape The Lips, Incoherence Is In Effect..
I Venture Deep Into Minds To Escape The Harsh Reality..
That My Mentality, Seeped Into Decay Just Like A Cavity..
Deprived Of Self Reservation To Occupy My Own Life..
No Effects, I Overdose On Trampolines To Try And Get High..
Strive Hives To Bee Something, Fall Back And Now Hunching..
Ecstacy Jumps From Pills To Take Forms Of Sound Junctions..
I've Found Functions To Feed Time Like Swatch Luncheons..
I'm Now Munching, To Slice Atmospheres I Sit There, Punching..
Bruise Air But Bleed Fists, Its Angels Losses For Death Wishes..
Disrespecting Myself, I Just Miss The Pure Kisses..
The Azure Bliss, Influenced To Visions Of My Own Kingdom..
I'll Injure This, In The Sheer Stringed Hope To Do Well..
Yet My Wings Are Clipped In Flight & I've Now Cracked Shells..
My Echoes Deplored, Speech Of So Called Gecko's Ignored..
Savage That Stereo-Type, Announce Death Like Kronkite..
I Admit It, I'm Lost, Vapour Drips As I Spit It..
Escape To The Tropics, My Mind Now Walks The Long Travels..
I Scream Rhetorics, Just A Sign That No-one Loses Habits..
I Throw Away Garbage, My Words Are Now Subject To Break..
So Whats At Steak? A Slice Of Meat And I'm Still Not Worthy!?..
They've All Heard Me, All Shrugged My Words Obsurdly..
I'm Morbid In My Thoughts, Looked Up And Ordered Cohorts..
Just Another Fish Outta Water, Social Virgin Like Arab Daughters..
Hope Is All I've Got, Running Out Like Finishing School Children..
Now Should I Smash The Bottle Or Plunge Off The Building?..
My Yeast Infected Lungs Bubble And Pop At The Air..
Conciousness Is Lost As I Grasp For One Last Act Of Care..
As I Fall To Titan Torture, I Hear Voices Reciting Order..
You're Going Under, You're Parrallel To Raining Thunder..
Sent From Above & Always Destined To Plunder..
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