insomniac super-stack |
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I'm so cold |
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Last edited by snoop; 08-31-2014 at 08:00 AM.
insomniac super-stack |
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Last edited by snoop; 09-01-2014 at 04:44 AM.
snoop writing another poem |
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I'm attracted to the unknown |
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Highs and lows, how it always goes, |
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I feel a pain in my chest where my love used to be |
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"you will not transform this house of prayer into a house of thieves"
Every night I lie dreaming |
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I dream a lot, need not be asleep.
The end is in sight, |
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Last edited by snoop; 10-30-2014 at 08:22 AM.
Pink Floyd are the Atom Heart Mother, so warm and milky, Alan's psychedelic breakfest, eggs and toast, oh man I can't see anything my vision is obscured by clouds, what's that? it's the dark side of the moon! no way, im tripping the fuck out to this righteous tune. the madman, he's in my hallways, he's all i can see and here. the lunatic, he smiles and brings me nice things like whiskey champagne and beer.now i'm crying, my eyes so teary, be that as it may, floyd heywood r bout to save the day. i like being an animal, we all really try, we are so much bigger than the great gig in the sky. the sheep like to laze around, the dogs come to herd them, the pigs are fat and think they control the dogs but really in the end it's the dogs that eat them. delicious bacon watches emily play, money is the root of all evil, the sum of our fears. listen now to the echoes reerberating off the walls live in pompeii, frozen ice and glass chandeliers. the piercing screams speak to our hearts but have yet to reach our minds, the gun has shot but you forgot how to run, why keep running in this mind numbing marathon? then a light like a glowstick strikes you suddenly and violently you cry, i am alive and i don't want to die! fuck your friends, better hide your kids and hide your wife, all of your friends are gone, time to die. tears in rain glisten like the snow in antarctica, the lungs of a newborn cry and wail in fantastic orgasmic explosions. the silience stiffens like the hairs on the back of your neck, did that really happen, am i alive or dead? |
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Sitting on this seat, |
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A poem about insomnia |
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My take on sleep paralysis, kinda from my own experience before I knew what it was, but also from another story too. |
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"Birds in the morning at 5am" |
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Bravery. |
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^^ Dayamn O_O |
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"you will not transform this house of prayer into a house of thieves"
The hazy sky takes clear form, |
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Another lyric; not sure what I'll call this one. I want to call it Lonely Island, but that's just a bit too close to the "threw it on the ground" group. |
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A new stomach has grown |
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You cannot defeat the devil with his own weapons, you can only replace him that way.
Violence is for those who are too weak to solve problems with words.
As humans, why do we care? |
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Try to imagine a life without timekeeping. You probably can’t. You know the month, the year, the day of the week; you have a schedule, a calendar... Yet all around you, timekeeping is ignored. Birds are not late. A dog does not check its watch. Deer do not fret over passing birthdays. Man alone measures time. Man alone chimes the hour. And, because of this, man alone suffers a paralyzing fear that no other creature endures.
A fear of time running out.
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