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Static...Surreal

By Neurosine

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Stopped dead in emotion, paralyzed in a blank fascination, can not explain it to you, surrealistic pain and happiness, in the same pot of wisdom, stirred with the finger of my soul, ageless, older than old, it haunts me like some ghost. Archaic in conscience, no words to explain, hyper collaberative with the voice of the universe, hyper real, hyper sane, hyper pain. Where is my panacea, visions of fruited plains? Where is the silent still voice in my head, so kind to disdain and explain, that these ghosts are friends to me; That I don't allow them, but that they allow me, to be, hyper conscious? Written February 17th, 2002 © on Feb 17 2002 01:01 AM PST, Neurosine    0 • 10

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