8/29/09

Nothing To It


I paid truce AT odds with myself
I can make math problems for you
I can cry him a river, build a bridge, and go over it
You know nothing, you know not that I believe it to be heartless to do so
-- To my imagination running too far
It's senseless to invite ideas of contemporary jazz into an anti social bag of instruments
Likewise, ending up on land would be like staying up all morning
Thoughts wake up like a sunrise does its illuminating
in XX
Thoughts whelm the m
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