| Adrienne by Bobby Whitworth |
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| Help me to understand I'm not lost I'm not found I seem to be alright, a little flaky, but fine I can't communicate I can't tipe corecctly spelling or grammar allfucked up anyway my thoughts drifty slippery slickery I want what's not here and I am apathetic to what is Nothing concerns me anymore only past and future my present is lost in that slickery world of self-doubt and longing I want what I have but don't have here hopeless dreaming of sleeping in the ebrace tonite wishful thinking of warm lips soft tongue tonite teeter totter emmit otter I jump and skip and HOLLER around the world around the screen around my head and every... thing thing thing I want to run down to fraggle rock see those eyes towering above Red and the others wearing the uncles funny safari hat I always suspected dancing Nancies on a field of my dreams stupid and stupider numb and number er er er er er er loss of control over my arms they wave incessantly my head spin spin spin my legs like the scarecrow in that wonderful children's movie mmy penis like the scarecrow in that wonderful children's movie my head thinks too much to pay heed to my body split in two split in too like twins one sensual one intellectual both wanting longing for the same same goal same same beautiful treasure at the end of a skittle pack sweetness to rot the teeth but who cares what the cost when you can hold and stare and dream forever tick tock how can I sleep with this clock tick tock I don't I still don't know what I want except that pack of skittles at the end of the rainbow of sweet kisses shifter shafter drifter drafter enlisted in a war to combat distance the indian warrior ventures forth into the uncharted world of the net-ocean air tanks spear gun gatorade stuffed animal inventory complete ready for mission one find the ocean completed ready for mission two make contact completed ready for mission three maybe I'm working too fast for the god to figure out my missions contentment is not for me must find the object of my longing wanting desi-i-i-i-i-ier desi-i-i-i-i-ier Tyring to sound like Bono desi-i-i-i-i-ier I think I'm pretty goo-o-o-o-ood dripping sipping a pina coloda wishing this universe would dissolve wishing this universe would fall away wishing I had my pina coloda, my pack of skittles and stuffed animals side by side with me no more rainy days no more distances no more nights alone I have my skittles I have my baby doll I cradle her in my arms and give her words that give her cavities give her loves that only a baby doll can feel she is my little one she likes my spear gun we both need the air tank breath little one breath big one whoop whoop big hug oops spear gun went off sleep time... |
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