feed the poetry
- sonofthesun
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- Joined: December 20th, 2004, 3:48 am
- Location: the ocean
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i just got home and my tables been set
ive got mr. wonka and descartes
waiting to sit
and mr hume is in the bathroom
asking for ou de toilet
not sure but my thinkings may be corrupt
you cant enjoy the real without
love of that which is fantastic
a dream is a dream and to wake
is still that
it is all upon gods doorstep
and it is all meaningless
their is no distinction
all is as important as all else
there is no empty space
ive got mr. wonka and descartes
waiting to sit
and mr hume is in the bathroom
asking for ou de toilet
not sure but my thinkings may be corrupt
you cant enjoy the real without
love of that which is fantastic
a dream is a dream and to wake
is still that
it is all upon gods doorstep
and it is all meaningless
their is no distinction
all is as important as all else
there is no empty space
There is no empty space
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