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Bluelighter
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- Jan 16, 2007
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He came into the kitchen that dark winter. All alone
I waited for weeks in the house that held those traumas
but nobody came. This is the feeling that time is gone,
the opposite of what might happen. Strength was
shown to the dog in a wicker mug and it got drunk. He roamed
around the floor breathing power asking for pizzas,
lifted me up and flung me by squatting to the ground,
the dense, sick soul energy felt so simply. His true colours
reflecting me as a lone wolf with the same desire to own
everything, especially those fucking sheep. He said I was famous
in the great hall of time, in the space of the unknown.
He uncrouched, left bidden on a children's bicycle,
claiming in the electric void: "This is potential".
I waited for weeks in the house that held those traumas
but nobody came. This is the feeling that time is gone,
the opposite of what might happen. Strength was
shown to the dog in a wicker mug and it got drunk. He roamed
around the floor breathing power asking for pizzas,
lifted me up and flung me by squatting to the ground,
the dense, sick soul energy felt so simply. His true colours
reflecting me as a lone wolf with the same desire to own
everything, especially those fucking sheep. He said I was famous
in the great hall of time, in the space of the unknown.
He uncrouched, left bidden on a children's bicycle,
claiming in the electric void: "This is potential".