8000. 'BUT THIS IS SUPPOSED TO SOUND LIKE FUN'

'BUT THIS IS SUPPOSED 

TO SOUND LIKE FUN'

My skin is akin to the soup of a

fish and I often walk sideways 

through time : effervescent fun

and games, the priest in the hallows,

the little kid with the pop gun in

his mouth. Sly, I put a Slinky on the

stairs just to watch my Grandma fly.

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This here notebook's no longer good :

the pages are water-soaked, midget-tears

and stuff from my eyes. I can't see the

misguided missile you've sent my way.

To crash-land in Slovakia, or land on

the edge of some Irish Sea. Trains,

and planes, and automobiles.

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'You won't get a picture like this, ever

again.' You said that while looking at a

photo of three people, now each dead.

Well, I had to figure, what else could you

expect? This door goes both ways. We live

and then we die; we wake and then we sleep.

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You know how they yell you, in school,

that all things will be OK if you'll just

sit down and shut up? That is such crap :

erroneous pulchritude to whitewash the

dogs in the very dark room where your

mind always lives. The shadowy place

where dreams and all memories dwell.

I love you forever. Heaven or Hell;

and we both can accommodate the 

feel of each our heart's swell.

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However the magic elixir goes down, I

say drink it. Flaming, if that's how you

like. In a beer stein, the kind with the

lid and the flip-top thing for the thumb.

It opens the top, so you can drink, with 

some variously-colored Fraulein on the

mug itself  -  art for the masses, or a 

drink for the asses. Men don't make

passes on girls who use glasses.