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| things to note:
i now actually have a prom date who's cool
my sister randomly came home with a miniature dauchsun
i'm going to be a banana slug next year and reside in northern cali
d2 ballaz rock the house...baby
my passion for my old cd player and old cds returns
school isn't floating my boat...
but my friends are awesome
side note: if you wanted me to make ur prom jewelry just gimme a picture of ur dress...or tux if need be...by thursday babes!
now i have a sinus infection...ow
had this dream
i was lying on my back on a trampoline
floating by are the peaches and tangerines
tempting me but, baby i believe in planting seeds
and i believe that something beautiful’s gonna to grow from me
nothing to win and everything to lose
standing on the sidewalk my toes are tapping inside my shoes
he asked me when he asked me what, he asked me all about
do you believe in God, do you believe in . . .
call it strange or label it a lie, baby either way
i’ve got a hand to hold and love to show for all of my days
what a scene she’s jumping up and down on a trampoline
but she’s only going to jump
gonna reach, gonna fly as high as her disbelief
and i have found my high
and i would rather not be anywhere but here
cuz i am human just like you,
but i’m afraid I’m just a stranger here
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oh the age...
i don't like being confused 
Dear recently distressed,
I am sorry, to inform you,
that I lost your kid's address,
you see my wings are on the fritz,
I can't even get up off the ground,
im really sorry for this mess,
cuz it all came crashing down
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and i've said before
there's no way to spike cheese nachos
she's a killer queen
gunpowder gelatine
dynamite with a laser beam
guarenteed to blow you mind
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I wonder if change is
good
the sun rises every morning and sets every night
a constant melodious change
the sand man follows those
who wish to watch this eternal tango
on the shoreline sitting on towels
the little grains get everywhere
but still my eyes stay open to the cycle
that exhausted Copernicus
and condemned Galileo
I can't deny the simplicity or beauty
of the axis of our earth turning and spinning
whirling out in the middle of
the endless void beyond
so full yet so empty
universe
it makes you ponder
the means justifying the ends
and if the in between
ever really matters
in the scheme conjured from the
creative genius of a father named supreme
by those of us who sit
on the wooden benches eternally glued
like the eyes of believers north to the
shinning star
oh oh star of wonder star, star oh glorious star
show me the way too
for you never change
I find one day sunlight caresses my face
the next I've lost the morning
white is on the ground littered
with fine powdered sawdust left over
from the metal monster's morning meal
and the question still remains
if a tree falls in the forest
should I be there to hear it scream?
no you say? play tag with the rest of us
for mother nature is just the title
given to all silly notions fabricated by
Matriarch goose while sitting in her lonesome boot
I thought I saw red when you told me this
but I guess it was in my head
for Marx was a little before my time
and yet I reach into my pocket
to pull out a stopwatch
and he reaches for the gun on the alter
I don't think it's wrong
but if the dog eats the dog
what is there left to fear?
to lay alone in bed and wonder what
lives in the crack between the floorboards
is ten times more lethal
send me a liaison
for I still can't understand
why Romeo had to die
should Shakespeare had a change of heart
happily ever after could have been a notion so real
take a chance on a godparent and you too
could bag a noble with a glass slipper
those who have the cake and never eat it
are the pumpkins left in the patch
and I too have a dream
of revolution and amends
but for now it shall remain a notion
hidden away in the recesses of the pantry
behind the canned peas and Jello pudding
for until the school bell chimes the final chord
I stand at the mercy of Greenspan and God
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| we can all relate
it's no real big secret
when the days of new arrive
i'll still be there at your side
whisper to me the name
of the one you hold so dear
it might come in handy someday
late in the thoroughs of autumn
tint the sky with the auburn of your eyes
i can no longer see for my irises are gray
but looking at you was more than enough
to sustain the moonlight for just a second longer
it's no secret as i said
that the birds no longer sing their song
and the grass is dipped in pale sienna
the day of our age is over
but at the risk of sounding cheesy
you look wonderful tonight
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