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Board Administrator Username: mjm Post Number: 4431 Registered: 11-1998 |
Honorable Mention almost, at no point should we avoid disaster vox et praeterea nihil almost, at no point should we avoid disaster like the start of something spring is after. if not for all the momentaries all the final drafts all the horrors running scary throughout all the scenes all the mess we put into this, almost see spot do things we've never seen to things we've never dreamed were things at no point should we disapprove because if you were spot we'd see you do the things we've never seen before all the final drafts all the horror and the minute that your back is turned we all fall down and crash apart upon the ground and laughter (like the start of something spring is after) we all fall down and jack and jill and broken crowns and spiders up the water spouts and roses running sores about the pale flesh and guess who's left that goddamn egg, the bears, the best of all the queen and king, that sleeping bitch (i think you know exactly who i mean) from rabbit holes to rabbit holes catapult us into gardens blooming walls of gingerbread, sugarplums around my head and who's that up there on the roof? a tin man, scarecrow, the witch is dead, long live the sneetches and with a poof of magic we all fall down. pour a glass of talking rats from the flask of donald's mathemagic dreams (i think you know exactly what i mean, and on and on and on beyond the second star upon the right and where the sidewalk ends tonight) let's lead the bastards out of town. and jack and jill and broken crowns and laughter (like the start of something spring is after winter follows fall and so on) back against the wall we've gone as far as we can go alone, and if it wasn't for you pesky kids we'd get off clean, no violence, but all the scenes all the mess we put into this all the dreams, and jung would have a field day with all the things i haven't seen spot do to me today, the way we make it is we close our eyes and drift away and fly to never neverwhere (you're always there, alone and scared) the sheep and talking furniture the cartoon penguins dance with her... and pull your sword out of her stone (and if it sings) you'll be the king (and if it stings) i'll grant you any worldly dream and if you rub the lamp you'll get the first three things you think of next, then ride buck naked straight through town but the minute that your back is turned we'll all fall down. |
