the cat's got my tongue..
the sky is black and the sea is brown..
opaque is as genuine as a spray on tan..
and so me and the wife went downstairs to the elevator..
we got some stares as we crossed ourselves in front of all the blank-minded worshipers your warship sank
my cup of tea with quite a tasty biscuit if you want something in this world you must demand it..
chase ourselves trying to catch a chastisement of our long and lonesome loathe-some tails..the tale
to tell doesn't really matter much just as long as we can abuse ourselves to sleep at night on
a comfy bed of nails..groomed up and very clean..look upon my throne with envy and disgust..a god may be
just but, usually quite unfair..remember, why did all the jews have to die mommy? love should be the
guiding force..we've got the power..the people and the numbers..for the child grows stronger with
each and every hour..the father is not needed..to fix all our problems..call a sane man weak and a strong
man insane..the glory is a pretense a self-styled myth there's really no difference between the poor
man and the wealthy flat-lines on a graphic design a five-point program..when the love of lost souls
combine to form a pentagram a tetrahedron your vehicle of ascent of transcendence..will take you
to a higher and heightened state of awareness..~~the end
By Rick Weber
May 14, 2014
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