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There is nothing; There is something! Mind explosion; Thought erosion! What’s the answer; Where’s the door? All there is is the question; Just the walls and the floor.

Hygeine Brush clean Gleaning gleaming mean green feinds While I watch the dogs play the game. Up and down Tumble 'round Loud sound hounds around our couch They preserve a little sanity Amidst the din My mom comes in Sin disciplined with chagrin Most forcefully she creates discomfort She's commanding Reprimanding Mimicking understanding Lost to her is all sanity

You should eat quickly To avoid being vulnerable Up and down bobs an apple Adam's apple My throat is unconcealed So with paranoia I avoid dying - that I may live Another day - to eat quickly

I had a dream. It was an instrumental. It was longer than a song. It was infinitely long. But then I woke up. Now that dream is gone. And I desperately search for that dream. Even though I know I will not find it. I am human, so I hope. I am inhumanlay rational. I am influenced. They are all my friends. I can hear the singers sing. Like a wailing guitar. It is mostly unlike me. Screaming out to the friends. Friends are... people who know your name. Friends are... who you talk to. But the singers don't talk, they sing. But the singers have friends. I can't sing, can I? Can I have a friend? Can I have a drink? I can't make a sound? They can't hear me when I talk. I love you behind a shield of hate. My online persona is a many-faceted And so I do my things. My friends that I know know my name. I can talk to any of my friends. But I can't scream, because they would think I was a freak. So I can say lol.

Nothing can touch you - if you can fly Anyone is you - if you are high Ascend to the truth in the pie in the sky Some people think that first you must die.

My school smells like bug spray It smells that way because of the cleansing abilities bug spray They use the bug killing solution They kill all the bugs that would annoy the humans in the building My school smells like bug spray When I get home from that institution I don’t break free from it I keep using my clean mind My mentality is unmarred, and unmolested by the insects My school smells like bug spray We all lay down, late at night when we’re done with it I think we’re addicted Tomorrow we will go back and put more into our brains My school smells like bug spray When I’m walking in between rooms I can sense the scent of it They spray it in the halls They spray everywhere too, but I can think more in the halls My school smells like bug spray But sometimes I wonder if the bugs will break free and we will notice it Out of sight, out of mind It keeps the bugs out of the school so we can concentrate on our lessons My school smells like bug spray I wonder if anyone knows it’s there, can they too smell it? I realize that we’re all the same But I don’t really think they do care about those bugs at all My school smells like bug spray I secretly don’t like the bug spray, I really don’t like it In the music room My music pushes everything away

The world is moving fast enough That I want it to stop Sometimes I just stare As I am whirled around I should like to think that one day everything will stop Except for the slow rotation of the earth on its gargantuan imaginary axis And the revolution of the planets around the sun And all of the stars and other galactic bodies and I I think there is static in my head Prompting me to cooperate as a unit of the hive But when I want to have an emotion I stop Just in case So I hope that one day everything that is moving on the planet that I share Slows to a stop I wouldn't want to touch a drop of rain I would just wait I wonder if I can ever stop listening to this music made by someone else Will I ever stop experiencing the beat Will anyone hate me or love me Do I hate anyone, or do I love anyone Maybe I could go to sleep and only percieve the music in my head Maybe I could only feel the beat Maybe I could only touch the air surrounding me, or smell it I can see straight ahead I don't know where the end of the tunnel is Nor do I remember the beginning Maybe someone will notice me I wonder if anyone else exists in their own tunnel beside me They are wondering what they will see next in the world.

I like tea Tea is nice Tea's hot water With a bit of spice I love tea Tea loves me Even though it makes me have to pee I like music Music is nice Music's sound waves with a little bit of spice I'm not thinking, I'm just learning. Inspired by rosypie Brought to you by homework

Could I say it, or would it be a lie? I hope that you see the light But maybe I'm just blind Do you think I could tell you it? Would it make you feel good to know? I think it would be kind of stupid. But I'm not going to tell you so. It wouldn't be safe, no Not with our feelings wide open With our eyes just closed But we see each other smile and we know I don't feel fluttery or amazed, I just feel normal And very calm, internally It was fun to spend time with you And I hope you come again, my friend

The world begins to burn It all started with a light The audience stands to witness A firefighter reduced to ashes It all started with a light One flame A firefighter reduced to ashes Finally, after a struggle One flame Now at the centre Finally, after a struggle Enlightenment Now at the centre Burning the brightest Enlightenment Required only initiative Burning the brightest I am so stoked Required only initiative Which I had evoked Chaotic fury Filled with insurmountable rage Which I had evoked As a little fire grows Filled with insurmountable rage The audience stands to witness As a little fire grows The world begins to burn

If I can touch you It would make my skin think too If I could fit my arms around you I would wonder if you could too If I can get tired It would make me slow too If I could think in while being tired I would wonder if you could too There is something similar in the universe, Somewhere; I cannot grasp it In all in one and in every sole curse A cure from a lyre in time to come pure It was too much to know in too little time So I squinted my eyes and tensed my brow Ticka-tock says to me to not stop at this hour Whilst my forehead wants with my brain to die I have to try Hear a harp A tune, a tie Something magical, to imitate, I try Cohesive, no Succinct, not quite If those can be my thoughts In the middle of the night So what I've composed for her and him At a little passing whim Is a terrible rhythm and rhyme That I made for you just in time For today which happens again tomorrow, of course; this is intangible.

What is it like, I ask, To have everyone second guessing? It must be nice, I add, Being popular can’t be depressing Everything I am saying, and she Is one way, going by The grass is just as green today On the other side of the mind So you know how to get it now But this is no excuse To be conceited and contrived To submit to self abuse Additionally while you try to get by I'll sit back and sigh You'll examine you're schedule and check the time While I'm thinking of fun ways to die

Those that keep their reason and burn their rhymes Seem to be more sane ones, that stand the test of time So if you be successful, your legacy will reign But only the good die young and choose not to be restrained Thank you for your pennies, nickels, dimes and quarters I could have had them sooner had I followed the general order But my life is fantastic, or at least I like the way That I eat things that taste good to me, like ice cream sundaes Oh, I believe in goodwill, piracy of tyranny Anarchists, they disagree and want peace and harmony Is the reason I can’t sleep the love stains in my bed Or is my mind kept up at night by what ‘ex-love’ says This business of life is so dirty and loud and If I cannot wash myself it’s because I’m washed out and I will find some hope someday, so say some But the line in my mind... “You have to live before you die young”

I’m a young-punk-tough-luck-hate-machine And I’d kick the world’s ass if I wasn’t so green Because I love nature and all that shit I like to smoke a lot of weed and I’ll never quit Because I fight the power most every night I’m an Amerikan, it’s an Amerikan right I’m a total bad ass and I don’t have a car But I don’t have a job, so I don’t need to go far I was once a happy boy, until you came into my life You ripped it all to shreds and you took away my friends If I didn’t trust you I would force this to its bitter end If I didn’t love you I would leave tonight I don’t watch TV because that rots your brain So I get online and play some video games Later I will dream up some naked chicks And think about my seductively sexual tricks It’s amazing how much time one day holds I’m waiting for the fall to come, to go to school, to have some fun Each minute I am older, I wish I were a little more bold A pillow underneath my head and I am done I was once a happy boy, until you came into my life You ripped it all to shreds and you took away my friends If I didn’t trust you I would force this to its bitter end If I didn’t love you I would leave tonight