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| 911 User ID: 21228356  United States03/19/2013 11:13 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | --------- --------- ------------ Quoting: Brian8888 Looking. Down. Looking down into my own Just behind the blinding sun I need to find your phantom soul To classify my empty hole I drank your wine from the pool Inside your eyes I drank again and the well ran dry You tried to drink but you found an empty whole ...... Just an empty hole. Well, holding on isn't everything to me.... Under your gaze all life was clear to see... Better to never have seen Then to wish to see again.... ........ To see again.... There's a little me inside of me, In a hole without a wall, ceiling , floor or destiny... Trapdoor soul There's a place I want to be In a place it shouldn't be, near a lacking entity, form or shape or density Trapdoor soul, will swallow you whole I write of the carnal mind Speak soft of the phantom soul You see the mystery divine As we divide the empty hole Identify the godless people Make peace with everything Investigate the wordless speaker Free from thought the earth does sing Searching for the source of being The mind is trapped in sanity AsKING questions without knowing Answers found inside of me The word made flesh is lies In patterns of deceit it is masked Luring us on with everlasting why's Over and over questions repeatedly asked We call it truth but words it does remain And using mind we see ourselves explained But fantasy is what makes us vain And seeing another your very soul is stained ... Let me know, if you dont think you can dance, Just follow me, i give you another last chance, We will dance together, Til the morning sunrise, I'll never forget that look in your eye, Til the morning comes, We can dance all night, Dance these demons away, Dont give em any room to play. So in the morning, When all the dancing is done, We can thank God, For the rising of the sun, Cause were still dancin, Dancin to the music, Dancin, dancin all night long. It's almost dawn and I've been dancing all the long night.... I think I might pause to take it all in... In cosmic time....this is the last minute.... The last dance...last call for alcohol... Time to rub the sleepies from my eyes and greet the rising sun... Time is mind and mind is time so.where am I? Where am I? Im here and im there, im every where... If my mind is in time and time is in my mind, I must be here and there a nd everywhere at the time. Where is my time? Where is my mind?, Where am I? |
| 911 User ID: 21228356 United States03/19/2013 11:16 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | --------- --------- ------------ Quoting: Brian8888 Looking. Down. Looking down into my own Just behind the blinding sun I need to find your phantom soul To classify my empty hole I drank your wine from the pool Inside your eyes I drank again and the well ran dry You tried to drink but you found an empty whole ...... Just an empty hole. Well, holding on isn't everything to me.... Under your gaze all life was clear to see... Better to never have seen Then to wish to see again.... ........ To see again.... There's a little me inside of me, In a hole without a wall, ceiling , floor or destiny... Trapdoor soul There's a place I want to be In a place it shouldn't be, near a lacking entity, form or shape or density Trapdoor soul, will swallow you whole I write of the carnal mind Speak soft of the phantom soul You see the mystery divine As we divide the empty hole Identify the godless people Make peace with everything Investigate the wordless speaker Free from thought the earth does sing Searching for the source of being The mind is trapped in sanity AsKING questions without knowing Answers found inside of me The word made flesh is lies In patterns of deceit it is masked Luring us on with everlasting why's Over and over questions repeatedly asked We call it truth but words it does remain And using mind we see ourselves explained But fantasy is what makes us vain And seeing another your very soul is stained ... Let me know, if you dont think you can dance, Just follow me, i give you another last chance, We will dance together, Til the morning sunrise, I'll never forget that look in your eye, Til the morning comes, We can dance all night, Dance these demons away, Dont give em any room to play. So in the morning, When all the dancing is done, We can thank God, For the rising of the sun, Cause were still dancin, Dancin to the music, Dancin, dancin all night long. It's almost dawn and I've been dancing all the long night.... I think I might pause to take it all in... In cosmic time....this is the last minute.... The last dance...last call for alcohol... Time to rub the sleepies from my eyes and greet the rising sun... Time is mind and mind is time so.where am I? Where am I? Im here and im there, im every where... If my mind is in time and time is in my mind, I must be here and there a nd everywhere at the Same time. Where is my time? Where is my mind?, Where am I? |
| 911 User ID: 21228356 United States03/19/2013 11:18 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | ... Quoting: 911 21228356 Let me know, if you dont think you can dance, Just follow me, i give you another last chance, We will dance together, Til the morning sunrise, I'll never forget that look in your eye, Til the morning comes, We can dance all night, Dance these demons away, Dont give em any room to play. So in the morning, When all the dancing is done, We can thank God, For the rising of the sun, Cause were still dancin, Dancin to the music, Dancin, dancin all night long. It's almost dawn and I've been dancing all the long night.... I think I might pause to take it all in... In cosmic time....this is the last minute.... The last dance...last call for alcohol... Time to rub the sleepies from my eyes and greet the rising sun... Time is mind and mind is time so.where am I? Where am I? Im here and im there, im every where... If my mind is in time and time is in my mind, I must be here and there and everywhere at the Same time. Where is my time? Where is my mind?, Where am I? |
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| Anonymous Coward User ID: 25336165 United States03/19/2013 11:55 AM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | She couldn't handle his baggage emotional and his babies scattered around the world. He is nobody in terms of him role of being of little significance other than living as a washed up lothario. Quoting: Anonymous Coward 18257063 Lol, he's still a virgin (almost) and walks through walls. I'm almost tired of these role players. 144,000 Nobody's make it to the Army. |
| Anonymous Coward User ID: 18257063 United States03/19/2013 01:42 PM Report Abusive Post Report Copyright Violation | She couldn't handle his baggage emotional and his babies scattered around the world. He is nobody in terms of him role of being of little significance other than living as a washed up lothario. Quoting: Anonymous Coward 18257063 Lol, he's still a virgin (almost) and walks through walls. I'm almost tired of these role players. 144,000 Nobody's make it to the Army. there is no nobody only Mary returning , I don't think she fits the nobody description that's glp fantasy. |
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