Imagine your brain as a canister filled with ink, Yea, now you think of your body as the pen where ink resides. Fuse the two; Kapow! where are you now? You're the human magic marker, won't you please surprise my eyes?! It's human nature, you can paint whatever picture you like. No matter what Ted Koppel says on channel 4 tonight. So modify this third rock from the sun, by painting myriads of pictures with the colors of one.
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I'm sick of painting in black and white my pen is dry, now i'm uptight so sick of limiting myself to fit in your definition.
Picture the scene, where whatever you thought, in a blink of an eye, manifest and become illustrated. You'd be sure man that every line drawn reflected a life that you loved not an existence that you hated. So, must we demonstrate that we can't get it straight? We've painted a picture, now we're drowning in paint. Let's figure what the fuck it's about before the picture we painted chews us up and spits us out.
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Redefine.
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I'm born, I'm alive, I breathe. In a moment or two I relize that the sphere upon which I reside is asleep at it's feet. Should I, should I, should I go back to sleep?
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You stare at me like I'm a vitamin. On the surface you hate but you know you need me. I'll come dressed as any pill you deem to fit. Whatever happens you swollow the truth all the more easily.
We orbit the sun I grow up my open eyes see a zombified, somnambulist society. Leaving us as vitamins for the hibernating human animal. Do you, Do you, Do you, Do you see what I mean?
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And I wonder, will you digest me? Into the sleep machine I won't plug in, in fact I'd rather die before I will comply. To you my friend I write the reason I still live, cause in my mind it's set, the vitamin is ripe to give. Coming closer to another 2000 years: you and I will pry the closed eye of the sleep machine.
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At first I see an open wound infected and disastrous. It bretheds chaotic catastrophe. It cries to be renewed. It's tears are the color of anger, they dry to form a scab. To touch, It's stiff and resilient, underneath, new skin breaths.
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It's all been seen, with the exception for what could be. When will we be new skin.
As outwardly cliche' as it may seem, yes, something under the surface says, c'est la vie. It's a circle, there is a plan, dead skin will atrophy itself to start agian. Look closely at that open wound see passed what covers the suface. Underneath chaotic catastrophe, creation takes the stage.
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(Until the 20th century reality was everthing humans could touch, smell, see, and hear. Since the initial publication of the charted electromagnetic spectrum humans have learned, what they can touch, smell, see, and hear is less than 1 millionth of a reality.)
Fallacious congitions spewed from televisions do mold out decitions. So stop and take a look, and you'll see what I see now.
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You keep your riches and I'll sew my stitches, you can't make me think you, mundane. I've got a message for all those who think that they can etch his words inside my brain.
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T.V. what do I need? Tell me who to believe! What's the use of autonomy when a botton does it all?
So listen up, glisten up closely all, who've seen the fuckn' eye ache too. It's time we step away from cable train. And when we finally see the subtle light, this quirk in evolution will begin to let us live and recreate.
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T.V. who what should I see? Tell me who should I be? Let's do our mom a favor and drop a new god off a wall.
Let me see past the fatuous knocks, I've gotta rid myself of this Idiot Box! From the depths of the sea to the tops of the trees to the seat of a lazy boy staring at a silver screen...
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If I had a dime for every time you walked away, I could afford and not give a shit and buy a drink and drown the day. But your pockets are empty and mine are times two. So why not make and about-face and accept the love I send to you?
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You're never gonna be content if you don't try. Try to see outside your lines. There you go you did it again! You act as if there's blinders on your eyes.
Should I apologize if what I say burns your ears and staind your eyes? Oh, did I crack you shell? When it all falls away, you'll see we exsist as well. Like a bottle with the cork stuck, your true ingredients trapped us inside.
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Through the cloudy glass we catch a glimpse of you, I guess that hard sell represents your pride. Oh, If only it could be different, we could uncover the you, you deny. one complicates and one simplifies.
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Take those fucking blinders off your eyes.
So If I had a dime for every time you walked away, you could bet your bottom dollar that, I'd be filthy rich my noon today
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A certain shade of green, tell me is that what you need? All signs around say move ahead. Could someone please explain to me your ever present lack of speed? Are your muscles bound by ropes? Or do crutches cloud your day? My sources say the road is clear and street signs point the way.
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Are you gonna stand around till 2012 A.D.? What are you waiting for, a certain shade of green? I think I grew a gray watching you procrastinate. What are you waiting for a certain shade of green?
Would a written invitation signed "choose now or loose it all" sedate your hesitation? Or inflame and make you stall? You've been raised in limitation but that glove never fit quite right. The time has passed for hand-me-downs, choose anew, please evolve, take flight.
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What are you waiting for?
A written Invitation?
A public declaration?
A private consolation?
I'm thinking of my soul's sovereignty, and I know everything you hate in me. Fill me up with over-pious badgerings, to throw them up, oh, one of my favorite things.
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Too bad the things that make you made are one of my favorite things. my favorite things.
Remember, all the lessons fed to me? Me the young sponge, so ready to agree. Years have gone and I recognise the walking dead, now aware that I'm alive and way ahead.
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And I'm so happy.
I see you looking, I Know that you're thinking that I've never go anywhere. The things that I've done and the things that I've seen, I don't really expect you to care. Care
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I'm home alone tonight. Full moon illuminates my room, and sends my mind aflight. I think I was dreaming up some thoughts that were seemingly possible with you.
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When we get there we're gonna fly so far away. Making sure to laugh; while we experience anti-gravity.
So I call you on the tin can phone. We rendezvous at a quarter-two, and make sure we're alone. I may have found a way for you and I to finally fly free.
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For years I kept it to myself. Now potentialities are abound and sleeping under my shelf. Simply choose your destination for the diamond canopy and we'll be there.
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Disconnect and let me drift, until my upside down is right side in. Society must let the artist go, to wander off into the nebula.
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Wander off to ypur nebula, see your nectarine of multiplicity cum like orgasmatron on overdrive.
Wander in off to your nebula, your tangerine of electricity is ripe and on a vine. so pick your prize! Do you enjoy your sight inside? In little, black book do I confide.
Upon return, I conjure what was seen. I let it pulse and boil within my limbs. I lay my pencile to the porous page, and let my lunitic indulge itself.
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It's 3 o'clock and we ask ourselves, where are we now? It seems we've wondered out of bounds again.
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Over and over, we ask ourselves why we don't utilize things that are stored deep inside of our brains. I'm on my own and I can't see straight! Am I so stoned that I can't see straight? Man, I've got to find my way back home, but I'm to deep inside.
It's 4 o'clock and we ask ourselves, where did we go wrong? We passed my house at least and hour ago!
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It's 5 o'clock and we tell ourselves, we need to get home! The sun is creeping overhead again!
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I'm way too deep inside to go home... I've got to get sane!
On my way home, police car pulled me over. After they left, I puttedred out of gas. Triple-A came but my card was expired! I had to walk home, and of course, It rained half the time. I tried to get some shut eye, the I was abducted! They put cold things in my butt. They sampled a bit of my D.N.A. They left me on top of my sheets, I dreamt I went potty, then woke up drenched in me. This day sucked the hardest ever...
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I woke on the wrong side of the bed today. A little bit less than nothing would go my way
I got up to toss my soiled sheets, the hallway was dark and I stubbed my big toe. I was then that I senced the Iorny burning me, then I heard a voice say "Come sail aboard S.S. Nepenthe!"
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I suppose I'm to blame for getting pulled over. I guess I'm the culprit for running out of gas. Let's assume I'm the guy who didn't pay his Triple-A fee. In actuality, I let zetas probe me. Yesterday, was all my fualt. I let negativity get the better of me. Thank goodness forthe bathtubs and suds! They temporarily set free this quandary.
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