Manifespo
Bluelighter
- Joined
- Oct 13, 2005
- Messages
- 634
Fucking computer, Four USB whiskers never need shaving, just unplug without cream. Can you understand the warmth of the sun, the point of a gun?
You are not authorized to hear this song, to know what I know, to know the binary pattern which comprises your entire reality. You look at me and say:
Dirty mind, stuck in the sightly stenches of the world
Let go of your cares and remember the good
After all is done its all that’s left
Bleeding through gilded tubes
Tiny hairs brushing clean
the things inbetween
membranes alive
Life is a memory
I must survive
and fly high
to protect
As I sigh
Create
Mine
eye
My
I
You are not authorized to hear this song, to know what I know, to know the binary pattern which comprises your entire reality. You look at me and say:
Dirty mind, stuck in the sightly stenches of the world
Let go of your cares and remember the good
After all is done its all that’s left
Bleeding through gilded tubes
Tiny hairs brushing clean
the things inbetween
membranes alive
Life is a memory
I must survive
and fly high
to protect
As I sigh
Create
Mine
eye
My
I
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