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Thursday, January 06, 2005
I think I'm done with this. I'll probably save all the entries I care about, and delete this. I'm tired of lame asses from Dimes Only coming here and reading my shit. People from all cliques, DOA, C, E, F, X etc. They live off of other people, and I can't be bothered with it. I've got another account, so if you'd like to continue reading, hit me up if you've got my messenger. If not, you can tag me with yours, and I'll let you know what's up. If I don't reply to you, heh, well, get the hint.
2fingas
Posted at 1/6/2005 10:05:11 am by denyle
denyle
Monday, December 20, 2004
Ponder Bears .. yes .. Ponder.
What do I feel. Hmm, let's ponder.
I feel alone, as if there is nobody for me, nobody to understand me, nobody to see me as I am intended to be seen .. yet .. I am seen. Toothless grip holds me fast, but without harm, I can't quite feel the reality of it. You were supposed to be there, yet you're gone, so I wander amiss the banter of Classical Jazz and funk, funk beat classic beat, beat beat classic funk. Eyes gaze towards the sky to see my heart falling, time and time again, and each time I try to catch, it inches out of reach. Time and time again, pounding the pavement, bouncing 3 inches off the ground and, and then halting to a stop. Bits of dirt, grass, rock, gum, glass, and other assorted debree cling to the pulpous mass. I look at it, and each time I slowly make pace towards it .. another picks it up. They hand it to me, and start to help me clean the particles off. In this gesture I find comfort, I find solice. I find reason for possibility, though once almost all particles are off .. they snatch the mass, and toss it back into the air .. and I live my life, trying to catch it.
And tell me why today, my ass gets up extra early, so that I can beat traffic, since it snowed last night. Stupid NY. Anyway. I'm trying to remote start my car from the basement, like I always do, but I don't hear it start (I've got a muffler on my car, and sad to say, it's rather loud). I try a couple more times, to no success. I walk upstairs in my boxer briefs, no shirt, groggy as all hell, and saunter to the front window. I aim, press ..... nada. I look, and see my lights flashing off pattern, so I reluctenly go back downstairs, and dress. Well, not really dress, but sweats, timbs, and a jacket .. no shirt. I walk out, unlock the car, and open the door. It's a little frozen, but with, umm, a little convincing .. :) .. it opens. I'm planning on just starting the car via key, then once started, activate the remote start, take the key out, leave the car running, and go back inside. Turn the key .. *click click* .. "SHIT!" .. My battery is dead. Well, not exactly dead dead, but, the temperature dropped so low, that my poor old battery couldn't take it. I contemplate using my mothers car, because she didn't drive to work. She has a personal chauffer when the weather gets bad .. a.k.a. "Whoever is available, namely my father". I decide I'll just take her car, but don't feel like driving it. (It's a 97 BMW 5 series, and automatic. That last word .. automatic .. is all the reason why I later decided to drive my car). I get back downstairs, and start getting ready. Picked out my clothes, tie, etc. Go shower, exfoliate, brush my teeth, and get dressed. I walk outside, start my moms car, and pull the trunk next to my hood. I pop her trunk, pop my hood, and pop my trunk. From my trunk, I pull out my jumper cables, and then begin to apply them to my car, and then my mothers. For some reason, BMW decided to put their batteries in the trunk, on the right hand side. Oh well, it's a pretty cool idea actually, and I've planned on doing it, it's just that I don't see the benefit in a stock car. They have plenty of room under the hood to fit it. Well .. with careful planning. lol. Anyway, I connect the cables, get inside my car (I know it's gonna start, so I've got the face on of "ugh, this shit is so annoying"), and start it up. Vroom. The idle is rough as hell, but I expected that, the temp was below freezing. Take off the jumpers, put my moms car back in the driveway, and start scraping snow off mine. By the time all is said and done, I'm leaving the same damn time I'm always leaving. Great. I hop ski-daddle to the parkway, and to my horror, it's backed up traffic. I get on, and get off the first exit, then take the main road all the way to my job (luckily there are some long ass turnpikes around my way). I'm doing crazy speeds, in the snow, and hit a patch of black ice. Hooray. Car skids for about 100 feet, and I catch control of the car using slight throttle blips, and e-brake/brake massaging, whilst corrective steering. I only did 4 360s. Anyway, the people watching must have thought the worst, because they were all looking at me like I was a stunt-driver. :-D .. Go Meeeee .. It's yo birfdayzzz. Eww, enough of that horrid vernacular from broken towns. *ahem* I start work at 10, and clocked in at 10:20. Not bad, considering the drive on the turnpike was an adventure. Oh well, shit happens. I plan on getting a new battery today, and probably getting a deep-cycle one at that. Deep cycle enables me to start the car at lower temperatures, so this kind of shit won't happen again ... hopefully.
Do you know how frustrating it is being at home? Especially for the fact that it isn't your finances that keep you there, but the fact that your mother gets sick sometimes, and falls sometimes, and needs someone to be there? See, my older brothers are just that, older, so they got out of the crib first. Now I've got to be the one to stay and take care of my mom when need be. I admit, it's cool at times, cuz I know my car is safe, and the rent isn't so much as most places, though I do have two other houses. *sigh* .. Hopefully my Pops decides to retire soon (not likely), and stay home with her. I need out of this mess, it's ruining my brain. *does google oogle face* .. Blah .. it sucks being stuck at home, for nothing more than because you're doing the right thing. *sigh*.
K .. I love you .. hurry up.
-db
Posted at 12/20/2004 11:13:05 am by denyle
denyle
Sunday, December 12, 2004
Tears are the bodies way of cleansing, so I cleansed myself with not a ounce of dirt left to be seen this past weekend. Sometimes feeling alone, sitting in the middle of a room full of faces, yet the faces are blank, and you can't quite make out who is who. Who are you, and what are they? It's times like this that make me question my sanity, my stability, my mind is over-ridden .. blah .. if I spelled it correct I don't care, I'm rambling, and that's how the fuck I'm going to spell it. Shove it up your nostril Mr. Deville .. cuz I aint ready for my close-up.
I wonder if I'll ever find someone for me, as it seems that nobody IS for me, seeing as how the ones I feel are, aren't. Isn't it great how fucked up one soul can be, and then through grated cheese grinders it runs? Time and time again I pick up the pieces, take time to put them back together ... and for what? To have them thrown back through the holes of pain? No more. Cold I am, but now I'm 0 degrees on the Kelvin scale. No molecular motion, no warmth. It's done. Anyone, anyway, and anyhow I chance upon another, she better be rich, and be damned perfect .. and even at that .. she better not expect me to give a shit about the relationship for a loooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooong ass time. See .. though I'm cold by nature, as some say, when I'm with people I care about, it's not as so .. as so isn't how I am with all. I don't know .. maybe I should just do as I've planned to do many times, but just never succedded at. It's funny how these little hiccups in life can cause ones mental fabric to align more pointedly with the philosophics, and reject their heart. *shrug* .. no eyes seem fit for me, as I'm so guised with my inners, my soul yearns for its own truth. What truth is there to find in one who hides himself from himself? What is there to grow on if someone is so locked away within own worries, that the world is a maze of vast open space, lost within a walled structure that has no walls. I'm all alone, but surrouned by thousands .. I'm deaf, yet I hear everything clearly .. what is wrong with me?
Why is it that I am not acceptable .. why?
-db
Posted at 12/12/2004 11:34:23 am by denyle
denyle
Tuesday, December 07, 2004
Don't know what the title is about, but I like how it sounds. :-) .. Boooyooowww. Anyway .. Things for me in social lives are grand, as in acceptance of me I have become one with who I see as me to be. Work is as it always is, and for those who know as it always is, now know it is still the same.
My brain works too much, and things that are simple are never as such when placed inside. I make complex things so seemingly simple, that others tend to drop jaw at how utterly simple it can be. With me however, the simple things are never as simple as they seem. I think I may have a problem .. indeed .. a problem I suggest.
Now, no point in doing the little slight of hand, and shoulder nudges, as I never really was one to keep things needed to be said under quiet of table. Tejor .. luv .. all I've ever tried to be with you .. is a good friend. At a point, I was feelin' you, and I was going to potentially TRY to speak with you, but, my boy was feeling you more, and I digressed. You were wrapped into him, and I'd always felt a third un-wanted leg, so I removed myself. It's odd, because I'd always been the one to call or try to meet up with you, though at the time I hadn't put much thought to it. Now, it seems as though I should have relized sooner, and stopped the role of charmless suitor. *shrug* .. I figured if you'd want to talk or hang with me, you'd lay ya hazel eyes on the phone, scroll to my number, and call. It never happened .. everytime we spoke afore, and you'd tell me things were well .. I knew it wasn't true. It's always been as though you'd closed yourself off to me, as though under negative influence I would try to sabatoge your life. I was confused as to this, so I just slowly backed off. I stopped calling, and my phone never rang .. never rang .. *shrug* .. I don't know the cause, because the cause of the cause can't be because I was trying to be a friend .. could it? I'm still here for you, as I've said in past, and I always will if you ever need me. I'd be willing to try again .. but this time I refuse to be the only one making effort .. =\
Sherin .. ahh .. my little sniper head .. I've missed you. I think you and I need to have a good ol' sit down .. and clear the minds and chests, like we'd done in past. I think that had helped us grow, and let escape a lot of crap that was internally bundled. For all the fuckers who keep meddling with ya heart .. grRrr .. if I could inject them with pains poison, they would already be clawing at their veins ..
-db
Posted at 12/7/2004 1:38:57 pm by denyle
denyle
Saturday, November 27, 2004
To the expansions of my mental labyrinth, I grow within insightful thought
the touch of a voice sparks my life to shine and in past life rewind I can finally shine
to the joy of it's expression, no digression could have taught me this lesson
A heart molded into the plaster of paris to make this beautiful connection
my mind falters at times though I know in you I may have found true
as someone who builds my mentals to touch innards of once blue
The vixen, the saviour, the reason for possible chance
try never close the cloaked eyes and let me lose my path
A veil of tears flood out the terrible days and I cast gaze
the pond with ducks so absently play as they do when in rage
though not caged, they explain to me their plights
I intently listen as they motivate me to flight
Yours .. that's the one I take
Instantly awake the lake where it was empty to my heavens plate
I dish you, more and more, consume your flesh
eat your soul while I digest your breath
you are this, and I am that
together together, yes, we enjoy this
So we speak with this knowledge of each other as in growth we can see
how could we not let it be what it wants
forget the others who will try to put salt on our trail of water
no forces can dry us to point of physical and emotional detachment
I'm yours, as I hope you mine, and in this we can unite within mind and allow free flowing thoughts to prosper
you are the one who brings the essence of me to the surface
I grimace, then smyrk, chuckle in the suicide pact of life
From the ocean currents in NY that are products of a butterfly in Hawaii
I feel your rhythm, touch me, make me see
ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, but you have!
My eyes are open and heart is thumping as I feel in you what I've felt I've lost
Together we can morph into mythical creatures and breathe fire on the land
scorch those who oppose, as when combined, the world around us is as froze
we still time, hold it within quiet gaze, only allowed when we want it to be relevant
Hours roll off as minutes when you're in my picture
Could never dismiss this feeling, it makes me feel so light
lifted above the pittance of existence, I engulf your good.
You are that
You are this
You are they
You are them
You are it
You are her
You are love ..
to this I smile in knowledge of truth.
my pickled pleasure that is quality controlled.
-denyle
Posted at 11/27/2004 6:05:04 pm by denyle
denyle
Wednesday, November 17, 2004
It was so brief but so long as I stood there in lucid joy as we held silence .. My gaze drifted at times to things not you though the whole scene of where we were wasn't what it would be had you not been there. You kept the smile on my mind plastered, as in the knowledge of the final joining, the symbolism of the GTO will never be forgotten. Together in physical time the space stopped as I saw the leafs fall. Everything halted in thought and only two souls and beings presented to one another their infinite passion of truth. I wanted your lips on mine and our arms around one another and to look at you and let you know that this is how we know our future to grow within this frame of mind so we can let loose our shine and remind that a NX is a piece of crap and flooring gas to pass mine won't alllooow!! Brush away .. brush away ..
NATHANS!!! .. *whimpers* .. poors out a little liquor for his homies .. I don't drink, neither do my friends. Why the hell did I buy this? Damnit .. damn you!!
Always gettin' fooled and time for me to school and educate to relate to this that is growing inside me with each day I know you I smile and shine and live in this frame of mind .. DAMN .. So short we've known, but how deep we've grown. The lust is lust of mental attraction, the friction proves conviction and I shudder with the distinction of being .. yours. I am yours as you are mine, as the two can help rewind and build back to a new present, to a solid future. Clasp my hands as they outstretch to you, and I'll clasp yours, let the lustful joy and love-full trust grow and brew. Don't sit on haunches and pretend to be a friend when inside you want more and I then .. see what is to be seen as you in me, and we can slowly build future in present so that future you and me .. could be 1,2 .. + a 3. A child, symbolic of the perfection of our joint venture, adventure, seek, and I know we could find the love which is slowly starting to muster inside.
Part Asian, part Jamaican, all love. Part female, part male, all of the above. Part mommy, part daddy, an extension of both. Part intelligent, part goofy, a bettering of future .. in their grove.
-db
Posted at 11/17/2004 9:21:15 pm by denyle
denyle
Tuesday, November 16, 2004
ALONE!!!! .. Leave me to my rambling thoughts which have no base or ground, but are merely reflections of things seen and done, done and known. I clasp what is possible to my side, and clench my teeth tight as I grit at the thought of being near you. You make every nerve in my body shot out in electrical surges as though ones of joy yet I know that it's true intent is one of pain and oh the pain is so clear now .. You hurt me, tease me, have me believe things to be which aren't, though the fool I play as I go and fall, time and time again. You stretch your hand to help me up, so I giggle in delight, though I always seem to forget you're the one that tripped me. See .. it's as though somehow the way you make me feel just feels so real that it's a steal to feel and I just happen to deal with these things in the way that's real to me so I just .. Lay back and try to compromise with myself and let it be known that I've further grown apart, and that you can never complete me as I'd thought you possibly could. Our minds don't seem to connect as I'd thought, so our bodies surely shan't.
(the inner conflict)
Grip me tight!!
NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Let go of me!
Please, please hold me.
GET THE FUCK OFF!! I'm tired of your shit
I'm so sorry, come back to me, hold me, touch me, squeeze me tight and feel me in your arms as you once did when times of joy were near and our ears felt the wear of the wonders of mind and heart combined into one sullied tune of lucid joy .. come ba ..
I SAID NO!! Please .. please .. *whimper* .. just leave me .. leave me ..
-db
Posted at 11/16/2004 9:18:50 pm by denyle
denyle
Sunday, November 14, 2004
I just don't feel like blogging so much anymore. I don't know, it's as though the thoughts run to dry hills, and no longer run down the valleys to central point. To focus on one, I must hone in on precise thought, and carefully carry it to sullied point of entry.
*shrug* .. I feel as though I'm stuck within my own mind, and that the feelings and thoughts which should so easily be seen are now lost within a maze of words and phrases, tongues and souls. Morbid images of a past reality cling to my sight, and I wander alone in pain. I reach my hands out for walls of sanity to stop from falling, but walls are nothing but pulpous material, and slowly into them I sink. I gasp and claw at my last glimpses of reality, praying to the God I don't believe in to offer me his hand, but the vile bastard of irony has him turn his head. What do I do .. what do I say. How do I feel? Who knows but I, and in the knowledge that I myself don't know, what are we really to ever know, other than that we don't know? I'm just a loner, but I'm not. I'm the devil, but I'm an angel. I'm a lover, but I'm a fighter. I'm a friend, but I'm an enemy. WHO AM I!? Why is it that I can't find myself except when in presence of others, as in them I can finally see me, and I am not as they, though when they are not around I, I can't find me, so am I just a product of who they are and myself seeing as me not being them? WHY must I think so much, as simple things once meant from point a-b now for me are a-z x 2 + the inverse of said statement, divided by 4, increased by 15, and multiplied by 10. Nothing is ever simple anymore. I can't think simple. Simple is confusing. Confused I don't want to be, so I think clearly. Ugh. Does that makes sense? Why am I talking to a screen, as though you with your buttons and pretty interface display can actually help me to find the solace of which I've been seeking for oohhhhhh ohhhh so so so so so so so so long. *shrug*
I can't figure out what to do with you, or me, or I, or her, or them. I'm a child in mind of body of not, though of not a child I was bore. With mind of child I try ponder philosophical thought, and make self lay in bed of misunderstanding, but in this understanding, I realize that my mind isn't of a child, but yet of one in prime, and in prime I can see that this existence we lead is futile though it isn't, so what really is, is what it is, but I can't even see that which is in front of me as eyes in head are blind to things not known and knowledgeable to self! *whimper* .. Think slowly Denyle .. slowly.
Move my feet .. shuffle .. shuffle .. skip .. NO .. can't skip .. life doesn't allow you to skip. shuffle .. shuffle .. hang head low .. lower .. good .. shameful .. woe is me.
Will someone please hold me. Please? Why do I have to cry alone?
You .. yes you over there. Will you come and cry with me? Will you help me to grow? Please? I beg of...
NO! Please don't .. I can't any longer .. I .. I .. I can't. This is too much for me and my mind .. oops, pardon .. for my mind and I .. to endure .. as we sit and wait for the cure we wither away to become one with the land which bred us to be the withering creatures we are. We sit and speak to ourselves. Boy, that mind is one crazy dude. All he does is think. Think think think. Doesn't he have anything else to do? Why does he always think? What a fool, doesn't he realize that we can do so much more? Wasting his life away .. in thought.
NO! Please don't .. I can't any longer .. I .. I .. I can't. This is too much for me and my body .. oops, pardon .. for my body and I .. to endure .. as we sit and wait for the cure we wither away to become one with the land which bred us to be the withering creatures we are. We sit and speak to ourselves. Boy, that body is one crazy chap. All he does is move. Move move move. Doesn't he have anything else to do? Why does he always move? What a twit, doesn't he realize that we can do so much more? Wasting his life away .. in movement.
BOTH OF YOU SHUT UP!!! I'm tired of your conflicts, tired of your ramblings. Tired of your pestering. Both of you need grow up and shut up. Constant fighting, bickering back and forth. Why is it that you can't just get along? Why can't you act cival? Why can't you lend hands to work in unison? Realize that together you are stronger than seperate you will ever be. Run in delight with knowledge of your higher power, and stop wasting away in your miserable thoughts of self loathe and others envy. Expand .. expand ..
-db
Posted at 11/14/2004 7:24:48 pm by denyle
denyle
Wednesday, November 03, 2004
hahahahahhaa .. oh man .. I hope Bush wins. Well, actually, I don't care if either win. I know if Bush wins, allllllllllllll the ignorant people are going to start belly-achin', and this whole movement of teens who voted because Puffy said to, will be disenchanted, and cease to vote. However, if Kerry gets into office, he is going to fuck up as well. Ahhh .. good times.
Went to go see a homie yessa'day .. *bows* .. she said she loves my "intelligent" convo. Ok, maybe she said likes .. lol .. shut up fucker! Pizza was good, dishes are clean, and I got home in 10 minutes. I'm, too sexy for muh shiiirt. *shrug* .. Da pad is koo, still don't know what crawled up ya roomies rectum and laid their demon spawn inside, but she needs to get laid. And more than once.
More later, my brain still hurts.
Posted at 11/3/2004 10:24:05 am by denyle
denyle
Tuesday, November 02, 2004
Well .. a couple things need be said .. since I'm in a rather odd mood.
To you: Ya know .. at the very beginning, things were swell. We conversed nearly daily, and I grabbed a vibe that we connected. When I'd want to come see you, you always made time, and you'd be there. Now .. though school is more pressing, it seems as though you want nothing to do with me. You post entries of your adventures .. yet no more time for db? =\ .. Everytime I try to see you, something always pops up, or your phone mysteriously doesn't ring. When we finally talk, I can't come by then, but you re-assure me that you aren't avoiding. Odd. You already know all I'm being is a friend, and though attracted to you yes, I know we'll only be friends. You're one of the few who I can snuggle with and just feel a sense of ease. Someone who before, would just give me such comfort with her touch. I wish I knew how to get that again.
To you: I'm so glad to have heard from you, and conversed with you today through texts. I know the situation isn't looking up, but hold ya head strong, and try to keep your mind clear. He's a strong little boy, he'll get through it. Doctors said his vitals are okay, but he just hasn't waken up yet. EAT, please? I know you are no where near a computer, and even if you were, it's the last thing on your mind. I understand that. This isn't so much a plea for you to see, but moreso, one for you to feel as I eminate it through my pores. I love you and your son, and I hold you two in deep thought. Don't let this tear you down, because when he gets up, you're going to be so weak, you may need to be hospitalized as well.
To you: I love you. The situation sucks, and it's in your best interest to leave. We spoke on this last night. Your authority is being undermined, and you're going to start being viewed as the bad guy, not the good guy. Financial situations make it a little difficult, I understand, and we both agreed on this. Even for your mental sanity, you need to get out. Look at how many times whilst we spoke on the phone, that she came in. I was getting so annoyed, because she was distracting you for absolutely nothing. I hate when people do things like that. Not only that, but she's getting you into speaking, and Lease (heh) is there sleeping. Not good. I don't know if you're going to be coming here (which is doubted, though wanted) or if ya stayin' in the big Can-o, but out of that domicile is a must. I know you know all this, just felt like saying it again.
To you: Who are you? Why do you stalk my blog and say nothing? Are you afraid? Are you in disagreement with me? What is it that you see, and think, that makes you not want to tag my shout board, or leave a comment? Odd .. *tilts head 45 degrees* .. Odd indeed.
To you: I love you Mary. I've grown so fond of you, and you're the big sister that I've always wanted (sad, because I really do have a big sister, lol). You're smart and witty (though not as much as me :D), and you're a got damn retard (meh, ya got me on this one :p). You bug the hell out, yet you know what you're saying while you do it. I just connect with you, and I love it. Between you and I, there are no sexual talks, and if so, it's not with one another lest in jest. It's great to hear from you. You and your hubby have been through so much, and I'm so happy you've got someone who appreciates you. You've got to see though, that in his abscence, you shouldn't be miserable. He shouldn't be your only source of happiness, but rather, a ladder that each time you see him, you use him as a crutch with his approval, and try to attain your own. The relationship will really blossom after that, but until you can appreciate his love from afar, and be happy without him there, just being confident and complacent with your thoughts, you won't grow.
To you: No seriously, who are you, and why are you lurking my blog? O_o .. I bet you're reading this right now and are like "Is he talking to me? OMG, he like, SOOOOOOO can not be talking to me!" .. Yes .. yes I am. This goes out to my non-tagging crew, we don't love you joooooooooooooes. *starts dancin'*
To you: Mala mallllllllllllllllllllllll .. Vecta-Queen. haha .. [beav]YEAH .. like .. heh hehehehe .. so umm .. he ehehee .. I'm gonna score .. YES .. Sweet! .. he hehehhee .. cool.[/beav] I know you're going through enough shit right now in your life, and I just want you to know you've always got someone in me. Whenever you need to vent, I'm there. Whenever you need to cry, I'm there. You know what I say isn't faux, so trust me, I'm there for you always. ly
To you: Noodle .. man .. I love you too. Though I really don't like a certain female who brandishes her guns, or her rather large booty, I'm so happy I met her. Through her, I met you, and in you, I've found one of the best people. A., you're great. Your mynd is so clever, and you're probably one of the only females who can put me in my place mentally. Every moment I spent with you, I enjoyed, and when we spoke on the phone, I felt good. I know whenever I need you, you'll be there for me. Well, that is unless you're busy not letting people in in traffic, and telling people to go fuck themselves and die slow in a festering pot of magget guts. Anyway, back to the point. You're a catch, and dude is lucky. Conversly, you may also be lucky to have him. At any rate, from my standpoint, as I don't know him too too well, he's lucky to have you. You've got a twinkle in your eye that could make a heart melt. It's when your eyes get a little glassy is when ya gotta worry. :D
To you: Boobie, you're the bestestest. You are such a dork, but I love ya .. I do I do I dooooooooo. Thank you for always IM'n me at the right times. I know this is short, but I can't even begin to think of enough. Love ya Sno***.
To you: @~ .. <3 .. short, and concise.
To you: The girl with the shirt so tight over her .. *larger* breasts, that you can't even read it. <3 ya too .. I've finally gotten on a finger. *puts on cool shades*
To you: The person I obviously forgot. If you know me, you know my memory SUCKS ass at times, especially in the morning. *shrug* .. don't be mad .. I may add you later if I remember .. and care. Remind me.
Damn .. I love all of ya'll (cept lurkers), but it's good, you've all shown me something.
Poema .. cuz I'm-a bored-a.
Take the mind and sit it on a throne
adore the king
Manipulate the tongue
and make your vocal chords sing
Replace the love with the truth
and then let it shine
Press the line in between
and ackward phrase of a mime
Two hearts are melted, disected
look at the one here
it's so
wait
still
it's pumpin!
*pump pump*
Dear God man!
Scalpel
Scissors
Laryngeal Polypus Forceps
Time to operate
Cuts and slices with this Endoscopic surgery
Place the lens down into the skin
There it is
Take it out
Cut
slice
incision perfected
Precision movements
Needle!
Thread!
Begin I do as I sew the wounds
Slowly I sew the skin material as well
SUCCESS!
Another black person infected with the truth.
Good job ladies and gentlemen
good job.
-db
Posted at 11/2/2004 10:35:54 am by denyle
denyle
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