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Posted 30 January 2013 - 03:46 PM
I stand on the hill, not for a thrill, but for a breath of a fresh kill.
Never mind the man who contemplates doing away with license plates.
He stands alone anyhow baking the cookies of discontent, by the heat of the laundromat vent.
Leaving his soul...
(then, like in poetry, I go dot, dot, dot. Y'know, kind of off-center, then I drop down and then I go...)
Leaving his soul... Parting the waters of the medulla oblongata...