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i was in the middle of explaining the equation {this morning=so blind, so deaf, so dumb} when my computer added itself to that list by blowing up. ----- well is it good for you? ----- my hair is soft and looks like shit. ----- it is a habbit of mine to capitalise words that deserve it. ----- fuck you, geocities. ----- you didn't show up today. i worried until you were sick. the poetry in death the way you didn't think it should have been over. ----- every thought that i repent there's another chip you haven't spent and you're cashing them all in. where do we begin to get clean again? i walk home alone with you and the mood we're born into. sometimes you let me in, and i take it on the chin... she takes a drink and then she waits. the alcohol it permeates, and soon the sounds give way, and cancel out the day. i can't keep it all together. -third eye blind (god of wine) ===== blindness |