Friday, March 03, 2006

Misdemeanor Hatered Wrenching This Burning Memory

Felony before us
Misdemeanor chorus
Pages pages
It brings a tear

Peeling at our story
Hatered like an orgy
Faces faces
It brings us down

Feeling with our money
Wrenching at the glory
Aces aces
We fight the sound

Lunatics among us
This work tends to fold us
Graces graces
The madman's out

Murder like a constant
Burning from the onset
Places places
The sun burns out

Dismal dreams won't bore us
Memory destroys us
Cages cages
For angels found

5 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

We get rid of one plague only to face others.

verifier word: "anquowy."
I like them on pizza.

Friday, March 03, 2006 5:38:00 AM  
Blogger Pneumonica said...

The flower is a foremost mindset. Like a splinter.

Friday, March 03, 2006 11:22:00 PM  
Blogger Hobbes said...

Tx, Mrs. Blink!!!!

(I HOPE you dint mean DAISY!!!!!!!!)

Saturday, March 04, 2006 5:55:00 PM  
Blogger Nashe^ said...

did u write that yourself or something....

Thursday, March 09, 2006 4:26:00 AM  
Blogger Pneumonica said...

Josephine it is always.

It is Josephine's Apophenia Minor.

It is always Josephine, or it is as visible otherwise.

Thursday, March 09, 2006 6:32:00 PM  

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