share the flith and get on to the pit
but it is our own
it resides in our home
no chains no clowns
just mirrors and homemade gowns
we jump, we dress
wear dress wear mess
care yes care lump


----------------- Original Message -----------------
From: kris-10
Date: Dec 21, 2004 10:39 PM

:-|~

I don't think I want to stay alone with myself in a puddle of filth to be quite honest.

I would far rather play with friends in a ball pit.

am I right?

am I right?? 
-------------------------------------------------
 do i wonder
what any gal could ever plunder
from what my brain does blunder
shurely can't make the same splendor
that i see in my head
when it comes out like this said
rhyme form
disform
unclear
opposite mirror
reflect nothing
to anyone else
stay with yourself
alone in a puddle of filth 
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From: KRS10
Dec 22, 2004 1:29 AM                                     
 Perhaps I just thought it,
but we went out and sought it,
and at some point we got it,
like a suction cup shot it.
But the suction cup dried,
and the window was fried,
so it fell off and died,
and the remaining words sighed,
so on the next glass
they soon forgot the past
and suffocated in bliss
in train smoke like this

----------------- Original Message -----------------
From: Jeremy
Date: Dec 21, 2004 10:22 PM

has she told me ever that she loves me?

is that the only thing that refrains this

from becoming what becamed will become be done

from the end to what's past to past bliss?