Just an exercise to see what could come about from melding some images from page one of Words. I certainly did not write this, and this is meant as a compliment to some of the awesome writers in here. I wanted this to be a sort of Bluelight Quilt; if that makes sense. This is all of y'all's work, and some brilliant work it is. -Baron
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It was only one foot until I met God.
The smoke and disillusionment
spread the plague of halitosis;
strange how this was like your arms.
An old pair of sneakers that don't fit anymore
can't erase you when I dream.
Carry me off to the place of forgetting:
the weeping puddle, found underneath your sorry rocking chair.
If trust is this expensive,
[I'll be] playing the game of balancing contradictions
on a beach surrounded by inbred cannibals
until my shell is fixed.
[ 26 April 2002: Message edited by: Baron ]
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It was only one foot until I met God.
The smoke and disillusionment
spread the plague of halitosis;
strange how this was like your arms.
An old pair of sneakers that don't fit anymore
can't erase you when I dream.
Carry me off to the place of forgetting:
the weeping puddle, found underneath your sorry rocking chair.
If trust is this expensive,
[I'll be] playing the game of balancing contradictions
on a beach surrounded by inbred cannibals
until my shell is fixed.
[ 26 April 2002: Message edited by: Baron ]
Baron! 
