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NotebookThree.UnNumbered.Untitled
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by j z provo
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D term 90
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Underneath the Outer
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Layer of gray matter
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Lies the spot where the pain scratches
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Away... there, to the rear.
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Now it found
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An icepick;
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cold&
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sharp it pecks
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away at my brain
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(where I know there are no nerves
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and therefore this isn't happening the
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way I feelthinkbelieve it is)
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like a sandpiper
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on the shore
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For it digs, I have no clue.
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Or maybe it's just me, mad at myself
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for what I did
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to you.
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But what is a Gelatenous Oozer
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doing in my output stream?
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Thots of one sliming its way
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thru the neural nets that are me
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Rise now, when an icepick
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Chips
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away at my natural self;
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A cancer, left to prowl thru
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what's left
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of my ruined mind...
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That battle-scarred, uneven terrain where Hamitt
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balked and down-shifted his rig to avoid capture
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but was lost anyway when they were just waiting for
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him on the other side.
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But 'twas the wrong night 4 the' grumblebums
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to be passive, and so they leaped and danced and
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softly stroked 1 another in public places,
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emitting the occasional soft moan or whimpering
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cry of ejaculation.
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Did it start? asked the Lateman as I
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clocked out the wrong partner and quickly
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strode off to the plaza for to fetch another
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half of the human copulating unit.
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