July 20th, 2003

Seperoph

亜ウセフllえんtry。

In the dream that awakened me,
you had come and taken me
to a sea of stars.
The cat stood in the flowers two ears above.

And the ground that was under me
was holding me so wonderfully
on a bed of leaves
and you were here with me and we were free.

Everything we saw
was beautiful and strong,
and I knew we belonged.

Then the birds came and carried us
to the sky and married us on a bed of stars,
where I was always yours
and you were mine.

And in the long back eternity,
I love you so perfectly
in the words of clouds,
like a bird sings to his flowers and I was heard.

Everything I saw
was everything I'd want,
and this world had just begun to live.
Don't wake me up,
I can't wake up from this.

Everyone was forgiven;
made hopeful;
made living;
made winning,
tonight.

So, Captain, please consider me.
Let the boats deliver me.
When I close my eyes,
drive, captain, drive.
It's time.

For everything to be perfect,
for everything to stop hurting,
tonight.

Don't wake me up.
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The arcade game at the ski-lift.

Education and the things that it leeks on to are super charged with fun to the last drop!
Just like a jelly dout in the arms of the gentile police officer, there is few who would summer that last drops of calcium-free oppression.
Nighttime starves the people
It’s got to be amoung them
Try to go back where others can’t be found.

Moonlight Castle, breaking past the oddness, lasting fast with treebark nice to know that Its not the one you lost. Twenty two shore are, on the trowl and with the fire and over the chopping block.
It just, can’t beat tomorrow like today.
Shinning atoms, basking all the way down.
Surely it’s not a lost and found.

The sound of the morning is ドン ドン ダカ ドン!. Lining pastures, staring from the star-fish. Most that hold of twentry, soon grow on to thirty. Dynametrically opposed, when they grow out of pots, and cant be botherd anymore.

Donuts can be made for squirrels. Only when they are, the rabbits are in arms. Its hard for me to think of the last time I couldn’t find, an open wound exuding soap. Times lost its heading and commitment ossifies, right down to the very last drop.

Drop drop!
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