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| A host of youthful lessons giving birth to guilty secrets that lurk around the corners of my highly suspicious mind. I can feel their pull upon me as I make my own decisions, but I'm really so conditioned. I can hardly make a sound that they haven't already heard coming from someone else caught up in their pockets that are deep only in comparison to what they can get in return. I turn upon myself sometimes based upon their predispositions and I'm losing track of all the ways I have betrayed myself. My inner child screams and cries and wants to throw a tantrum but the TV dreams from childhood encourage me not to make a sound. There really is no answer to this over-dramatic question I had better get my head down and step back into line. Or they will find some way to goad me or really just remind me of some of my own guilty secrets I still think that I can hide. 8/19/04 |
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| How do I define myself? I have no answer today, though I feel quite creative. |
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| The captains dead and the mate fell over we sailed all night for the cliffs of dover we split his gold and drank his wine If the hangman doesn't get us it'll be fine! We sailed from port jsut two years past Fought though raging storms seas of glass Never a woman in the whole damn time The capt wouldn't turn we kilt him for his crime |
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