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Undimensioned

I'm having the most awfull dream
it would seem like I'm stuck here
inbetween
walking in the mirror halls
that seperates dimensions
I turn my head
watch televised drug interventions
don't forget
the additional mentions
the ad interventions
it's the sales conventions
that feeds the insanity

PROFANITY!

as I hammer on the glas
which is unrelenting
it all turns into waiting
and my eyelids close.

I dream a nightmare
beyond compare
and my eyelids are transparent
letting in despair like poison air
my blood turns into acid

(this is not a dream, now is it?)

New scene:

Poor man,
in the perspective of the biosphere
no one care about your hair
Their voiced concearn?
barely vibarations in the air
don't step out there

(This is just a dream...right?)

Bodies bounces better broken
acid blood upon you
as a token of my gratitude
lifting me to new altitude
it's all about the attitude
the lessening of the multitude
so take my gratitude
and burn best you will!

(Silence! Watch! Another scene!) I'd rather not...

Damn drunk vomiting on the floor
make him puke some more
hurt him to the core
brush off that gore
and go about your buisness
which was...

of course!
The liqour store

I don't want to watch no more
no more!
no more...




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Publicerad 2008-09-12 13:56



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  Malin Hy
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2008-10-08
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