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NOTHING, REVISTED

NO EYE CONTACT
NO INTENSITY

NO KISS
NO DESIRE

NO TOUCH
NO PASSION

NO LOVE
NO HEART ACHE

NO COMMITMENT
NO SORROW

NO PROMISES
NO DISAPPOINTMENTS

NO DISHONESTY
NO COVER-UPS

NO FUTURE PLANS
NO DISCOURAGEMENT

NO DREAMS
NO LIFE

NO COLLEGE
NO INCOME

NO FUTURE
NO FREEDOM

NOTHING
ONLY DESPAIR

DECEMBER 22, 2006

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"Is all that we see or seem but a dream within a dream?" -Edgar Allan Poe

"Evil never dies... it just changes its appearance..."

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Pruney!

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For Josh-



  YOUR EYES

A mysterious deep, dark hazel
they conceal answers to questions
the guards of sorrow and pain
beckoning, crying out to me
silently pleading for affection.

Grey of old, yet distinguished
they are wise from the past
knowledge to make the right choice
the desire for someone mature and strong
a hidden love ready to explode.

Tropical green, full of mystique
alluring as the jungle ruins
the golden passion I desire
a treasure trove I wish to devour
an exhilarating softness to the touch.

Pale blue, as the early morning sky
a calm that surrounds me
generating a soothing gentleness
I am lying beside a secluded brook
a relaxation that eases my mind.

Eyes of changing, intriguing colors
changing with your moods
emotions that make me shiver when I am near
their spell makes me melt into oblivion
a warmth I wish to be mine.

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And the 'flip-side'...


Bother
Wish I was too dead to cry
My self-affliction fades
Stones to throw at my creator
Masochists to which I cater
You don't need to bother;
I don't need to be
I'll keep slipping farther
But once I hold on,
I won't let go 'til it bleeds
Wish I was too dead to care
If indeed I cared at all
Never had a voice to protest
So you fed me shit to digest
I wish I had a reason;
my flaws are open season
For this, I gave up trying
One good turn deserves my dying
You don't need to bother;
I don't need to be
I'll keep slipping farther
But once I hold on,
I won't let go 'til it bleeds
(Solo: Corey)
Wish I'd died instead of lived
A zombie hides my face
Shell forgotten
with its memories
Diaries left
with cryptic entries
And you don't need to bother;
I don't need to be
I'll keep slipping farther
But once I hold on,
I won't let go 'til it bleeds
You don't need to bother;
I don't need to be
I'll keep slipping farther
But once I hold on…
I'll never live down my deceit

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My 12 year-old, Sebastian... HE'LL let you know he's boss! (His favorite phrase is "Fuck Off!!!") (c)

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Where's my fuckin' seafood platter!  -Mo (c)

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One final look at the real Scottish color... (c)

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Tinman's favorites

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Fuzzums

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Heaven's Basement