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tell me what I need to know
to get you back in real world time
a magic wand doesn’t do shit
hep me find the heart of it and crush the problem with a duled knife

sing the blues but do it alone
watch out for garden gnomes and keep singing
tel me what I need to know
to get you back to real world me
wasting away you’re full of it
help me find the stomach and crush the life with a sharp knife

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I wrote these while using wordperhect.net which is a site which is a sort of parody of word processing programs, which you can choose an “item” to write on such as an old calendar or receipt, etc, and choose a type of handwriting such as messy or tidy. Sometimes I just stare at whatever page and something comes to mind, perhaps a line of music or a certain word, and the strange format in way frees me up to write really random things, which I sometimes end up liking.

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My day was short and tremoring within the skin of life
A striking flash of melody, vociferous and light.
The wailing boom of crowded ways concealed me with the noise,
And quietly I stole away in company of boys.

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Time is wasted on the shamed and shivering
Here we lie about to die quivering
Hunkered in our bunks of boredom striking deathly poses
And learning how to follow the sniffs of our noses