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[_] [L] Lonely this Friday night? Anonymous 07/16/10(Fri)23:04 No.1320013
Then tell the world to fuck off, lock yourself in your room, turn off your lights, and escape to
a dream.
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>> [_] Anonymous 07/16/10(Fri)23:55 No.1320065
>>1320013
who are we really, where we can be anybody?
Who are you to devalue my thoughts and my feelings?
If perception is reality, then the singing of my nerves and the visions in my mind, are truly
real enough to me.
>> [_] Anonymous 07/16/10(Fri)23:59 No.1320067
Lock yourself in,
and lets begin
to truly be us.
I can dream myself with you
And you can dream yourself alone.
Then aren't both of us happy?
Right now nothing is unkown,
in the lucid depths I control,
in the dream I live and thrive
a life with you forever unfolds
when on my bed I recline.
Lights are off, nobody's home.
My heart is light once more.
I can dream myself with you
And you can dream yourself alone.
>> [_] Anonymous 07/17/10(Sat)00:03 No.1320072
Lets hold our hands together, close as we stare out over the water near the suspension bridge.
The bay wears the bridge like a string of diamonds, that dance between her rocky breasts, a
tantalizing feast for the eyes, slipping out to a gala event every night. And you and I are here
to watch her, street urchins gazing at her riches.
Holding to each others hands, clasped more tightly than any gilttering bangle can confort.
I set a few candles out on the beach, and basket with a cheap wine on a blanket here. We'll sup
together, as the un-sun symphony plays. the timpani of passing cars, and the tremolo of the waves.
A ducati contralto splits the night on occasion, as if to try and steal the attention from the
bay. But it's all so very pointless as I hold your hand.
We are all alone out here in a city of millions of lovers.
And my god, you've never looked so beautiful to me.
>> [_] Anonymous 07/17/10(Sat)00:22 No.1320089
If I could go just a bit faster, I could catch them.
If I could tear faster around this next turn,
swallow enough bile and abuse to silence the trembling parasite in my gut.
I could do it, I could catch up to him.
He's allways there, just beyond me, he takes the turns I cannot take, and makes the shifts I
could not make, and has the gall to hold his tires closer to the wall than I. He gets everything
I've ever wanted, handed to him on a silver plate, while I come screaming after, but allways
seconds to late. He laughs at me and smiles wide, I can only view. And a smile crosses his thin
lips, and he glares with his eyes of blue.
"Jesus christ allmighty kid. I'm glad that I'm not you!"
and all the smiling happy people laugh at me from beyond a closing door.
But there's one thing that keeps me coming back each night, it haunts me at my core.
Before that door shuts, while I look back
he mouths one word:
"anymore."
>> [_] Suppa Spic !vAxi7/295s 07/17/10(Sat)00:22 No.1320090
Benn Jordan - Pale Blue Dot (A tribute to Carl Sagan)
>> [_] Anonymous 07/17/10(Sat)00:38 No.1320109
Holy shit. Are you me?
Escaping to a dream now. Thanks, OP.
>> [_] Anonymous 07/17/10(Sat)02:14 No.1320188
>>1320109
that rhymed
