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Post by Rara Avis on Mar 15, 2008 13:52:54 GMT -5
Let’s hear it one time for the child birthed through the spoon With the flame as the father Baking soda as the mother Creating bleached filled dreams in this back room Eyes darting back and forth, dancing with the flame come high noon In tune with the holder, The beginning ending soon Believing the moon has something to do better than the sun Take on try, it won’t hurt you, loosen up and have some fun But before you’re done, don’t try to run For the smoke and the flame The bleach and the Arm and Hammer Will get together and form multicolored nightmares Despite scares of young women with dozens of eyes Inside you find the fly spies in time with the ticking of the clock …Will it ever stop?
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Post by drzeke on Mar 15, 2008 13:55:25 GMT -5
Deep man, I like the topic....Meth..?
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Post by Steven Edward on Mar 15, 2008 13:59:40 GMT -5
Wow the spoon has me thinkin heroin.
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Post by Steven Edward on Mar 15, 2008 14:03:58 GMT -5
Oh but the Baking soda has me thinkin Crack... .... ....
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Post by drzeke on Mar 15, 2008 14:06:15 GMT -5
Maybe the drug doesn't matter, as all drugs are bad and its just a representation of all of them...
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Post by Steven Edward on Mar 15, 2008 14:07:21 GMT -5
True
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Post by Rara Avis on Mar 15, 2008 20:10:15 GMT -5
Haha. Got you guys thinkin don't I. I got tons that I wrote. This is only the beginning.
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