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Jan 2011

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The time is right By all the portents of the dreamsphere But never knows when one is backwards In the stream of destiny or time Trying to guess which way is up Will only get you killed At an atomic level Instead go in the direction That makes the most sense for you. Anyone else is selling something. Those magic words Regarding pain Unfold in all directions And point the way to greater things A rainbow made of sand Scattered across the slaughter of moonbeams All of which died to protect you So you could wake up And use the clue by four On thy metaphorical self Wake up And smell the Pizza. Its the breakfast of champions. All things accomplished in daylight stay. All things accomplished by the shadow of the moon Are wondrous to behold But often fade from waking memory. Does that make them less real? Certainly not. But don't expect to use daydreams For a tax deduction. They make life worth living. But they don't make life happen. -Emmit Other - Unnamed
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