BOOM!
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BOOM!
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YYYEEAAAAHHH!
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I got the poison.
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I got the remedy.
Still got the poison.
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BOOM!
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YYYEEAAAAHHH!
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Another tribute to those who only seem to keep me sane, The Prodigy.
Earlier: There was this.
Death, Depression, Music, Poems, Poetry, recovery, The Prodigy
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#1 by Claudia on February 14, 2011 - 12:44 pm
ha – nice and rhytmical
#2 by Carl on February 14, 2011 - 8:39 pm
Sometimes someone should take my computer away from me!
#3 by Evelyn on February 14, 2011 - 3:33 pm
Carl,
This feels like you being yourself and being free.
So thank you…
#4 by Carl on February 14, 2011 - 8:42 pm
Thank you, Evelyn. every once in a while, I have to take the armor off. What I love is avant garde, but I am rarely avant, and I’m not sure I’ve ever been garde.
#5 by Evelyn on February 14, 2011 - 10:01 pm
More often you have to.
do more of what you love…
and again, laughing.
#6 by Carl on February 15, 2011 - 12:10 am
You keep laughing with me poetically, and that’s nice, and I am doing what I love. You know it!