Dimension Seven

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Sunday, September 10, 2006

welcome to the machine.

This is a foolproof method.
It will win over everyone.

New and improved. 100% natural.
200% you.
It will cause an eruption. Earthquakes.
Rapture. Confidence decline.
Buy, Sell, Trade.
Come in and have a seat. Take a seat in my chair.
Stand up.
Stand up.
Quicker. and be quiet.

It will win over everyone.
it will make everything better.
It will cure all illness.
It will restore a blind mans sight.
An old mans youth.
It will save your soul.

I guess we never stopped to think about how much we lost.

I don't remember losing you.
But there's nothing like it.
Nowhere near it. Miles away.
Running down the ramp of a neverending song.

It's probably the best thing since sliced bread.
but since no one wants what we're selling we'll never really know. I guess. I know. Who does? It's over. you lost. I lost. No one wins in this game anymore.
It's not fun when you cheat to lose.

I've always wanted to tell you.
I've always wished my mouth wasn't so shy.
My eyes weren't so closed.
Why can't I just open them and let it out to the world.
Look into the world.


And then my brain went frozen.


My cat sleeps all day and runs around all night.
she likes to wake me at 3 am by sitting on my face.
I think she's nocturnal.

Peace like the middle east.
Oh the irony..

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