All the while I feel the way, she sees me and she feels me. But she doesnt know which way the wind blows. She is more like the ocean, expansive and broad. She covers my soul with one of her roles. I need to know need to know. Here I found the silver amulet of porcelain, inside it laying perfectly still on red leather. Surrounded in green, her eyes like the sea. Foundations are crumbling, temptation is fumbling around in the dark. With her by my side. I see, I saw. I knew, I knaw. McCain, Macaw.
Stale lifeless odor. Do you ever wonder what would happen if you let it linger. You and I are part of something wonderful. Each little crystal, gold, purple, blue. I pick you up and keep you. I wish they came in twos. Take me over the hedge, somewhere strange, somewhere new. Forgoing the service so that you may switch. I found my autopilot. Liquid, I am built of, through liquid I will fall. Water, doesn't matter. Your body, your children are cannon fodder?
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The inconclusive statement of a bird. What is the heart sound? Are we nothing but a current. We spin around in circles. It's like a spiral, yet unconnected. See? Like this. Imagine, a million rings, spinning, spinning. Ok? So. I feel it again. I've almost got it down. Its almost coming out. Think of the beginning of things. No matter where that is. Imagine, the very first thing. What is it? Could we see it? Are we it? Comments, suggestions, remarks and antiquity. We need to imagine now. The world is ending.
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