Monday, January 02, 2006

my blanket with me underneath

there is an empty way left today were we know
calling you from unda da banket like it or not
wonderen thompin in the waves of realities
we can't effect symbiotic associations related
howeva lives in levels of strife w/o lite
remain insane from pain of the same
the universe explodes a few more
brain cells in my hell of night
better put a sweater on
without the 2 letters
i write my dears
what is clear
without
fear
of
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