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| jedibumblebee (profile) wrote, on 4-9-2002 at 10:58pm | |
| Music: music swims back to me Subject: no i did not |
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Wait Mister. Which way is home? They turned the light out and the dark is moving in the corner. There are no sign posts in this room, four ladies, over eighty, in diapers every one of them. La la la, Oh music swims back to me and I can feel the tune they played the night they left me in this private institution on a hill. Imagine it. A radio playing and everyone here was crazy. I liked it and danced in a circle. Music pours over the sense and in a funny way music sees more than I. I mean it remembers better; remembers the first night here. It was the strangled cold of November; even the stars were strapped in the sky and that moon too bright forking through the bars to stick me with a singing in the head. I have forgotten all the rest. They lock me in this chair at eight a.m. and there are no signs to tell the way, just the radio beating to itself and the song that remembers more than I. Oh, la la la, this music swims back to me. The night I came I danced a circle and was not afraid. Mister? |
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charlie | 04-10-02 1:01pm i can't say i enjoy the new picture. even though there were occaisons where i kissed that foot i still have to say that there's nothing more disgusting than feet...even Aunt Amy's. I liked the other one. it reminded me of how i used to be able to look at those eyes all the time and it was gone before i ever thought to save it on my computer. |
Anonymous | 05-14-02 5:15pm you really are quite pathetic...move on with your life. go out and meet different people, get into different relationships...jesus. |