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| There’s a Man,
Amanda,
Under the deck
He was buried there
Mother said.
Alec
Under the deck
Can hear
Everything
We said
Though he’s quite dead.
Why do you think,,
They built a deck?
It was to hide
Alec
The dead.
Who can now hear
Everything
We’ve just said.
But how can he?
I asked,
If he’s Dead?
This Alec,
Under the deck.
(august 2006...and "Amanda"
is supposed to be my sister)
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| I can’t quite decide
Who’s made up
Of more illusion
You?
Or my imaginary friends?
Hey, maybe it’s all the same
We should all have
An imaginary party
And play imaginary games
Eat imaginary food
It’ll be grand
And we’ll all wear
Our finest
Threads
You
And my imaginary friends
Though
Might not get along too well
I’ve just realized
Because positive and positive
Will repel each other
Negative and negative
Will do the same
So illusion and illusion
Would probably follow
The scientific system
Of things
This is something I have failed to
Calculate at first
This is sad, now the party’s over
And everybody's got to go home
The natural order of the universe
Just had to spoil it all
Just because I didn’t invite him for tea
I can see you’ve all left my head
But please try to clean up
The shit that
you've left in my place
(July 2006)
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| Real life
Who really knows
what the hell it is?
Real life
I find myself constantly
Slipping in and out of it
The taste of
Sweet
Sweet
Sweet
Nectar on my tongue
Can suddenly
Turn into
Bitter
Bitter
Bitter
Smoke
Neither taste
Tastes quite like
Real life
Hell in the morning
Nirvana in the evening
Sometimes unreal life tastes so good
And everyone seems to be
So sure about what that is
But real life?
Who really knows
what the hell it is?
(august 2006)
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| My reflection’s so against me
And His tears are kinda tasty
It’s like cigarettes, I tell you, kid
It’s like watching myself sway, kid
And the film keeps on rolling so fast
But it, feels like it’s going to last
I’m stuck in DesPAIRation
Unlikely combination
Will I see you then, watching over my fields of sheep?
I’ve heard you like to dance the tango in your sleep.
It’s sad, my friends but let’s give a toast for this occasion
This only sucks because my muse is on vacation
Today I found a wooden hook
I didn’t know where else to look
It’s like running to Nirvana, kid
It’s like I almost loved it, kid
When it happened you did it feel so real?
Then again, you don’t know how to feel
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| I’ve caught Tori’s sneeze
It’s half everything
Just like Ms. Palmer
Sang about
You’re just like
A
Paper cut
Means nothing at all
Yet the blood still drips
I wanted to draw a pretty
Picture on the
Nice clean
White
Recycled paper
And in a rush
To do
So
I got
This damned
Paper cut
(july 11, 2006)
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