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'##::::'##:::'#####:::'########: VIVA LA REVOLUCION! CERDO DEL CAPITALISTA!!
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##:::: ##:'##:::: ##: ##::::::: THE HELOTS OF ECSTASY PRESS RELEASE #353 !!
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#########: ##:::: ##: ######::: ZIEGO VUANTAR SHALL BE MUCH VICTORIOUS! !!
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##.... ##: ##:::: ##: ##...:::: ===========================================
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##:::: ##:. ##:: ##:: ##::::::: "Leave Me Empty" !!
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##:::: ##::. #####::: ########: by -> Tasha !!
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..:::::..::::.....::::........:: 12/16/98 !!
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Pink Post-it reminder on desk. Reminder of what I forgot anyway,
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because I can only remember on e thing today. I can only remember you
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today, and you never showed up today.
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I can't see anything from my backseat with the child-proof
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lock, and headlights blaring. A world of black and white. Black and
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white... lights...flashing. Hurt me. Cut me. Bleed me. For
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everything I see comes in black and white, but blood is gray. I long
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for gray on this endless highway.
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Yellow paint...cement...black..white...
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Nothing's much more than a simple shade and vague shape through
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my eyes. Green. I don't have perfect vision.
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I don't have perfect anything, but a dream. A dream which
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was nothing more than me smiling. I don't know where it came from,
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since I don't know what it's like to really smile. Smile with a cause.
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Smile for more reason than to keep people from asking you what's wrong.
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Car phone ringing. Fuel door jammed, and I wasn't able to stop
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the gas perfectly on $5.00. I owe Mobil two cents, and I bet they'll
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hold it against me forever.
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Rain drops hitting winshield. Jack Frost can't make snow yet.
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I wonder if he feels inadequate, too. Trying to make shapes out of
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drops of water isn't working well, and the horrible attempts are
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getting swept away in the blades of the windshield wipers.
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My writing's neatly scribbled in this black and white darkness.
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Filling me and you, and everything that has some kind of void. Like the
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friend who constantly gives unwanted advice.
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Leave me empty.
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!!========================================================================!!
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!! (c) !LA HOE REVOLUCION PRESS! #353 - WRITTEN BY: TASHA - 12/16/98 !!
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