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... There it was... a dark
building with no windows, creepy
bumps and appendages, moving
in and out of the surface of all
four walls. the same four
walls that encase what we all hope
turns into a huge force of
orange light... that may burn
holes in whatever gets in
its way. the holes in our things that
seem empty in life...
... imagination, wrong or
right, black or white, evil or good...
means the same to me.
funny...how all of the feelings
of a human can be matched
with the most ugly, sickest...monster,
that i can think of.
it'll all change one day, nothing stays in one
place, no tears, no
funerals, but not always a glass of milk with
cookies either...
...some just wait and wait,
till someone who has what it takes-
power, money, sex, love,
hunger, stupidity... or sense, to open the
box, the one that needs no
key, "doesn't make sense, but it works,"
everything inside is
wonderful and wicked, making enough sense
for some to say i'm nuts or
insane... but we have to be.
... Oh well, I'll wake up
tomorrow anyway and take a breath of
what i hope will not be too
close to death.
- william
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