coldphage

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And I still wait for the bus to come, where the highschool got torn down. Still expecting to find true love among the skateboarders hangin' out in back of the bank in my hometown. And all this talking no action's got me stiff from the tit to the bone. It's easy enough to grow the fuck up, happy with the rough cut, nobody's here looking for a diamond in the rough. But I still wait for my mom to come and pick me up from Holly's house - ten years after they cashed it in to make a multi-level parking lot for a 7eleven and burger king. Love's not good enough - I want photographs, something that will teach me my arithmetic at last. Better get your kids! I'm on the loose again and getting more ridicules the more I think I ought to get my mind out of the gutter - it's getting dangerous, Amanda, you are old enough to be his... my own private highway from the cradle to the grave, and I still wait for the cops for to come, still expecting they'll pick me up for all the sings I committed in the..

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The day I fell into the picture on my dentist's wall. Light as a feather and quick as a mongoose, the pilot maneuvers his craft as if it were a dragonfly. Darting here and there, all around the square, then stopping besides me - silent and still, a small hatch on silver bird's nose opens. A huge tongue curls out. Darting out like a frog's but as thick as cow's. A tongue, colored pink, healthy gums. With two probes, like a snail's antenna at the end, it hooks onto my neck, indeed it seems to enter my flesh and become one with my muscles. Aww! He's got me! Aww! I'm not going anywhere! Aww! I'm stuck, like a prize, pinned and wrangling on the wall, spitting out the butt-ends of my days and ways while the time is leaking, sucking, burbling in. I cannot stop it. Cannot resist. And then, I remember! What I have to do! I have to.. shut up, and take it! Until nothing is wrong! But... something... is... wrong. Something is dreadfully wrong.

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I cannot help but stare at the picture on my dentist's wall. I feel compelled to share that.. something's not quite right at all. as I begin to drift and fall, the hinges-drift-away-unfold The message is quite clear in the picture on my dentist's wall. we have nothing to fear, it tells me as I start to fall, nothing left to fear it tells me as I start to fall. I just went in for a routine cleaning, when I suddenly find myself at a crossroads. An old market place, the hot desert wind on my face, lost in this strange biblical space. But I know we are safe, because the U.S. army is here, with a new fighter-jet, patrolling the area. And though my body lays by, I can no longer heed the call. Of the doctor and his voice. The day I fell into the picture on my dentist's wall. All has been revealed in.. the picture on my dentist's wall. But my lips are sealed in, because I cannot quite recall. What it was I thought I saw. When I take took faithful fall:

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All my strength to 'heeeeeelp' Screaming now help me please He tried to tamp out the bit of burning ember which had lept from the wreck Onto his grimy coatsleeve Coughing blood What's happened? He's he's inching towards truth He strode of into the woods with the animal It still lived He didn't glance back at all

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Hello Eli, here's an analysis over psytrance last.fm groups, and your group "Electro Psy Goa Ambient Dub" is included :-) 13 artists are currently characteristic, 3 new artists entered new this week, >220 bands are analyzed. What do you think of the results?

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Time is coming.. time is coming. when the heathens sit in the heavens. time is coming. when everyone will be spared. Oh glory, psalms are singing. no suffering, no wrath. turn off your set, unlock your door. light up my life, cry no more. Satan captured! sing a song...the man in the photo is your father.

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Lower that freak flag down to half mass, you know who cuts the best grass... Well that's the way over the credit line... and I was looking for that fine line... and I was trying to walk a straight line.. and I was wondering about the right time.. 'cos I was sleeping with some friends of mine. I think this person's name was Burnstein, but not related to the coalmine... they said this guy was not a valentine... and if you're thinking of a punch line...we'll scram on out of here at halftime

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You need God! the sign says... but I could use a hundred dollars! I stepped over the credit line... now my friends won't give me the time. You need God! the sign says.. but I could use a little luck.

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