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Run through forests on a hot Summer day
Trying to break down walls of numbing pain
Give me the freedom to destroy
Give me radioactive toy
Taste the water from a stream of running death
Eat the apple and cough a dying breath
Feel the sun burning through your black skin
Pour me into a hole, inform my next of kin
Run through graveyards on a dusty Winter day
Spit the dirt out and try to say...
- porcupine tree
Yaarrrrrrrrrrrrr! Once upon a time ago, there was a wee
little girl who lived on Ye olde boat with her mater. This
little girl's name was Deep Blue Riding Hood. One day her
mater said "Arrr. Take a boat to yer grandmater's ship. Me
old mumsy is sick in be
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I think it was the hair. No, maybe the eyes. Something about
him... so familiar. The man who walked down the dark street
towards me was near completely shrouded in mist. I tugged at
the bonds my mind had placed on me, but it was no use.
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Beads of perspiration began to form on his pounding
forehead.
How had all this happened?
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I cut myself today
To see if I would bleed
I didn't
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And they will weep
Until the tears can fall no more
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Dream to life
And endless sleep
No escape from eyes so deep
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Eyes vacant
She walks
Skin torched by the sun
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The words which flow forth from your mouth
Glisten with refined beauty and grace
The sunshine dapples your porc'lain face
As the birds sing sweetly of you, of you
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יש מעט דברים יותר מפחידים מלאבד את עצמך.
להגיע למצב של אי-ידע, של להסתכל על עצמך במראה ולא לזהות את
הפנים הריקות הבוהות אליך דרכה.
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Funny, though.
You'd think it would matter more.
But... no.
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Look closer
Stars reflect off the eyes
Of the pyramid
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אל הארכיון האישי (1 יצירות מאורכבות)
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ולמה לי לכתוב
סלוגן? כדי
שכשאתדפק על
דלתות גן עדן
וישאלוני: "מה
עשית בחייך?"
אוכל לומר: לא
הרבה, אבל כתבתי
סלוגן לבמה?
עגמומית ביום
מהורהר |
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