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Wednesday, November 05, 2003
New posts for the imperial parasite hosts;
HUMANOIDS
SPUN AROUND
Let's talk with frank, shall we?
No welfare, no pay taxes, no u.i,
no credit, no debit, no photo i.d,
no bills in no name, no REAL job,
me no play the monopoly game.
Of course that's hardly true.
just go with me on this one...
What's that line, " spent my last cent
on the rent and now i'm penniless"
Get real milli.
O.K for real, this morning I felt like that
brokeloser he referred to me as
that drunk Saturd'nite.
I was too proud to tell my friend
I couldn't afford our coffee date.
I lost the backpack full of pennies
I was taking to cash in,
and I hadn't turned over pot
or c.d's in a dunes age.
Wearing a skinny frame
of shame and desperation
I walked smack into her arms
and it spun me right around
the corner and into twenty-bucks
poverties emotion sent me aimlessly
onto the streets and into
both my brother and sisters arms
loves sweet angel warm
knowing within lifes looking after me
rich with story and drunk on the lines
each step we've taken has brought us
to this time and place
where you meet a familiar face
old family just like the blood
into a single moment
we have spun
a complete circle.
I walk the backstreets,
after her cityscape holds me~
I trace my path back
to the place where I started from
with the jerks at Turks
I still didn't think it would come
I waited, smoked and waited some more
just as I was leaving I heard a
faint knock on the door....
twenty-bucks later, I'm missing
my bag full of pennies--
but when in ones arms
I'm counting my blessings
and I count the days til
min karlek leaves and returns
to her HOUME...
as we fill each moment
up with little lifetimes.
2 B cuntinyou'd...
Latest net-surfin':
The Ghost Dance
The Quickening
posted by Milli
at 11/05/2003 08:56:00 PM
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