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« on: April 30, 2004, 04:05:00 PM »
Come stumble my mirth beaten worker
I'm Jezmund the family berzerker
I'm bought for the price of a flagon of rice
The wind buffs the cabin, you speak of your life
Or more willingly Locust the Lurker

Confuse what you can of the ending
And revise your despise so impending
'Cause I soak on the wrath that you didn't quite mask
I'm getting it clearly through alternate paths
Or mixed in with the signal you're sending

But who can unlearn all the facts that I've learned
As I sat in their chairs and my synapses burned
And the torture of chalk dust collects on my tongue
Thoughts follow my vision and dance in the sun
All my vasoconstrictors they come slowly undone
Can't this wait till I'm old? Can't I live while I'm young?

But no peace for Jezmund tonight
I plug the distress tube up tight
And watch what I say as it flutters away
And all this emotion is kept harmless at bay
Not to educate somebody's fright
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« Reply #1 on: April 30, 2004, 04:07:00 PM »
who is this whacko?
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« Reply #2 on: April 30, 2004, 10:17:00 PM »
its PHISH, MoNuka.
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A word to the wise is infuriating.\"

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« Reply #3 on: May 01, 2004, 01:42:00 AM »
chalkdust   torture
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« Reply #4 on: May 01, 2004, 10:01:00 PM »
The woman was a dream I had
     Though rather hard to keep
  For when my eyes were watching hers as they closed
 and i was still asleep.
  For when my hand was holding hers
 She whispered words that i awoke
   Faintly Bouncing round the room.
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A word to the wise is infuriating.\"

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« Reply #5 on: May 01, 2004, 10:42:00 PM »
Last night, in the moments my thoughts were adrift
And coasting a terrace, approaching a rift
Through which I could spy several glimpses beneath
Of the darkness the light from above could not reach
I spied wings of reason, herself taking flight
And upon yonder precipice saw her alight
And glared back at me one last look of dismay
As if she were the last one she thought I'd betray

So much better I said to myself
And drawing quite close to the top of the shelf
I struggled with destiny upon the ledge
And gasped when defeated he slipped off the edge
And silence contagious in moments like these
Consumed me and strengthened my will to appease
The passion that sparked me one terrible night
And shocked and persuaded my soul to ignite

So much better I said to myself
And drawing quite close to the top of the shelf
I struggled with destiny upon the ledge
And gasped when defeated he slipped off the edge

And silence contagious in moments like these
Consume me and strengthen my will to appease

The passion that sparked me one terrible night
(And shocked and persuaded my soul to ignite)
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« Reply #6 on: May 02, 2004, 11:17:00 PM »
Let's get some better music on here.
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