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Tribute To KennyJust a short word of thanks To a young man in a small town - The name of which I can never remember.
I was sunk neck deep
In my own misery When we arrived there-
It was early and I was already tired Wearied by fighting parents, And an aching heart.
We settled in for the night - There was only one place to go - The hotelier assured us.
The evening was chilly And I dimly realised, This really was a nice place.
My parents being of a talkative nautre Immediately struck up a conversation With the other two waiti Tribute To Kenny
by ~Single-White-Female

FantasyI don't know what came over me That day Except to say, You're my fantasy.
The way your hair falls Across your forehead.
The way your lips Curve In that smile.
The little twinkle that I see In your eyes When you're lookin' at me.
Oh, darlin' can't you see, You're my fantasy! Fantasy
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The wantingStrand me inside consequence take me out of common sense rip up all self confidence then I will be free
Take away duplicity steer me to simplicity strip the things that cannot be jump me past this fence
Warp my words to healing thought tilt this brain to things untaught net philosophies uncaught lead me through to see
Show me what I haven't learned hand me fires to be burned lend me love that won't be spurned I need no recompense
Mend me from the insides out hide me from the slivered doubt light a lamp that s The wanting
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a story without wordsmemories fade
like water coloured paintings
left in the rain;
while murky smudges of a fountain pen morph the tales we wrote
into swirls and splatters
but words and stories don't mean a thing
because you will always remember me by the feeling
that flutters near your sternum when you try to recall. a story without words
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pulling laces
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back in the dayLittle hands are driving trains with
remote controls,
making profit in monopoly money,
(the banker is richest with dirty fingers)
where plastic customers never complain. They only ever shriek and chortle in their joy as they walk a dance, turgid bodies leaping from tiny houses and carpet pavements on to roofs and shoulders;

imaginative minds
surpass gravity
and reality.
Chattering with unmoving lips and
unrecognisable accents, clumsy vocal chords invent words
alien to Mr Oxford; the plot of every story is
predict back in the day
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Mr. & Mrs. Smith

Mon Jun 30, 2008, 4:10 PM

This song suits my mood perfectly. It's from the movie Mr. & Mrs. Smith - that scene where they first meet, and it just strikes me as one of the prettiest songs I've heard in a while. (If you know the scene I'm talking about, you'll know what I mean

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Mondo Bongo

I was patrolling a Pachinko
Nude noodle model parlor in the Nefarious zone
Hanging out with insects under ducting
The C.I.A was on the phone
Well, such is life

Latino caribo, mondo bongo
The flower looks good in your hair
Latino caribo, mondo bongo
Nobody said it was fair, oh

Latino caribo, mondo bongo
The flower looks good in your hair
Latino caribo, mondo bongo
Nobody said it was fair

Latino caribo, mondo bongo
The flower looks good in your hair
Latino caribo, mondo bongo
Nobody said it was fair

For the Zapatistas I'll rob my sisters
Of all the curtain and lace

Down at the bauxite mine
You get your own uniform
Have lunchtimes off
Take a monorail to your home

Checkmate, baby
God bless us and our home
Where ever we roam
Now take us home, flaquito

Latino caribo, mondo bongo
The flower looks good in your hair
Latino caribo, mondo bongo
Nobody said it was fair
Latino caribo, mondo bongo
The flower looks good in your hair
Latino caribo, mondo bongo
Nobody said it was fair

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