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Down that last street light, it just went out as you passed, strange, that
happens every time-like on a schedule, your schedule;
What a trip you think again to yourself, then you pass it on, into the other
trippy stuff that gets gone, somehow;
Downtown the lights, more of them, some flickering-you want to count them,
but you ain't got time for this, you need to think about where your going
and what your going to do when you get there;
Strange again, but those last thoughts left a small hurt in my head, no problem
I can deal with this-stopped counting, damn habits, now I got a headache-
maybe I ain't going through with it, I need a drink to solve this;
No way, no stops, no breaks, no more left turns, straight ahead-almost there
now-I can smell burning brakes, like rubber and WD-40, wound up again, heck,
I ain't even high, maybe its the hurting, maybe I am going to chicken out;
Passed up the place, twice, I think-wish I saw a cop there, even parked would
be o.k.-not a problem, I can solve this, with a drink-and now my headache
turnd to my stomach-damn habits, and them brakes, that smell, now it smells
like sweat-this ones on me;
I turn my head, and look over my left shoulder, damn old habit, wish I had a
habit of not turning back on everything, like that drink-I need a bigger
habit, a better way to get a headache-two drinks, and I'll solve it, no
problem;
I stopped finally after I heard someone whispering, from an unlight porchstep,
and I turned my front wheel around, facing it towards it, the whisper-
Now I got a sweaty brake WD-40 smell oozing out my temples, and I got no
headache, no more thoughts of drinking, no problem-I ain't sweating it;
The headache sheared through my skull and dipped into the cold pavement,
I thought of picking up an old habit, nope, I needed to think straight-
No problem, I said, I didn't even hear the gunshots-the headache, gone,
no problem, no sweat, no more counting lights out, no more drinking.







D.E.M.-04

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D.E.M.


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The following comments are for "Shake out the Dummies"
by Wetice

Minor notes
Things like breaking up the text into paragraphs could help, but these thoughts are impervious to their lack.

Regardz,

Telefon.

( Posted by: Teflon [Member] On: December 8, 2004 )





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