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Riding pale skin isn't a journey most wish to take because honestly it sickens some to think that there is such a thing.
When we look up at the sky we don't see molecules and atoms reflecting blue light we see a pedestal,
A Sam,
Who's Sam?
I think he was the guy who had a snotty nose wasn't he?
No we played hot wheels with him and then he fell off the edge.
The toy cars hurt,
Who'd ever think a toy car could hurt?
We watched a film called "Flat land"
Where everyone was actually flat cardboard shapes,
And puddles sunk into colour,
Looking at the film it makes you realise why people like to throw their sheets on the floor,
They're not flat enough and real enough for them; I should buy them a piranha.
Look at your wife 20 years after marriage and ignore as after all this time,
The feeling is expected but no longer needed,
Stupid damn pixies ruining my fun as inevitably we see the frogs playing the xylophone.
"Why did we let our lives become normal?"
"Why are we suddenly at a point where we just do what we do for survival with no hopes of reaching our own pari-nibbana?"
"...it was your choice to be with me
And I want to be normal
I want to go to the same book club every week and feel special,
I want to go to my job and gossip mindlessly about crap that happens,
I want to return to a pile of children and dip them in my coffee"
"I didn't sign up for the army because I know they'd use me as a digestive biscuit,
I married you because you made me feel like I had hope of becoming more than some kind of sweet snack,
Maybe even a cake with tuna on top,
I have no circles I'm going to go out and buy some"
And when he walks dancing around to himself,
He falls upon a stab in the left shoulder,
Happy and stares upon his grey hair,
His crinkled hands looking up at him and saying to him:
"Eat your own head, I know I would"
He died of natural causes he did yada yada,
Let's ignore this concept though tra la la la.
Throw him in the pit and place a stone on his head oi oi oi,
The obscurity of our world was far too much for him.
I had a bike once,
It had seven wheels.
Author notes
...hadn't done anything for a while so I thought I'd have a little splurge fest...only the music I was listening to didn't seem to help me flow...so...alas...
...it would be...
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flighty. like a bird . but grounded like only us poets can be ... thanks for sharing ... even if you just splurged up your thoughts on a baby blue background ...


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...aaaaah...so that's the colour that baby blue is...I always thought it was some kind of mouldy yoghurty purple or something...you learn something new everyday...but I am yet to receive the answer why people enjoy reading my pretentious writing splurgery...
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