03-20-2002, 07:05 PM
When you close your eyes?
I see myself running through a field in the summer, with a warm rain coming down upon my face. The field is filled with half naked midgets running around and playing their little midget games. I see contortonists aplenty, bending, twisting, shaping themselves into whatever they wish.
At the end of the field, I see a giant manatee, gasping for air. Flopping in the sandbox, wishing for an beautiful ocean in which to play.
Well, it's what I see dammit.
I see myself running through a field in the summer, with a warm rain coming down upon my face. The field is filled with half naked midgets running around and playing their little midget games. I see contortonists aplenty, bending, twisting, shaping themselves into whatever they wish.
At the end of the field, I see a giant manatee, gasping for air. Flopping in the sandbox, wishing for an beautiful ocean in which to play.
Well, it's what I see dammit.
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i want something good to die for, to make it beatiful to live</center>
i want something good to die for, to make it beatiful to live</center>