Drunk on aluminum,
The archaeologists found a
Tree-hugger within the
Miasmal smoke and the
Blinded vision, deep
In the sea of love which is
Full of tears and rain.
The Murderer sent a search party into oblivion to
Sail away on a white
Ladder on Independence day.
They landed in Babylon who
Welcomed them to the
Night sky, where the good
People and wise men go.
One cried:
"There's no bravery here among these weighty ghosts,
Why should I write a love song to no one when
I can sit and have conversation with my thirteen year old self?"
And it was Irvine who replied, "you're beautiful,
My city love, but I'm out of my mind and it's a long way to happy. Won't
You lie in my bed white with me?"
And there was a hole in baby Britain when
Judas cried out in pain:
"Say hello, wave goodbye my lover, my sweet Adeline. Please forgive me.
We're not right, but be yourself because Heaven's dead."
Wind and rain thundered from the cursed sky and struck
Her with nightblindness, freeing
The forgotten astronaut whose time had come.
She screamed- wretchedly and misused,
Sending the Cynic back
To a child's mind.














Devious Comments
so something to do with going back in time to how children saw things and how they see things now, and possibly to do with authority?
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" when life gives you lemons you clone those lemons and make super lemons. "
OHLAWD.
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Everything works out in the end. If it's not okay, then it's not the end.
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" when life gives you lemons you clone those lemons and make super lemons. "
OHLAWD.
A+ XD
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Me: Ouch! I just stabbed myself in the finger with a timeless memory.
There is always going to be someone suffering more than you, but that doesn't mean that your pain doesn't count
Thank you
I'm so glad you liked it! I had a lot of fun writing it, and I actually think it's my best.
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Everything works out in the end. If it's not okay, then it's not the end.
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Me: Ouch! I just stabbed myself in the finger with a timeless memory.
There is always going to be someone suffering more than you, but that doesn't mean that your pain doesn't count
This is actually quite good. It's manic, and flows rather well. and when it's coupled with the muse in my ear, it makes it even better.
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Alysia Trackim
Gallery Director: Traditional Art
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Si hoc legere scis nimium eruditionis habes.
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