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$$$$$$$$$$$ hogz of entropy #227
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>> "Some Rants" <<
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by -> Mokie
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The Anger of Turnips
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Since this is the seventy third day, i think i am a turnip. you do
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not like turnips? soft effervescent dew covered roots of triumph? perhaps
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you do not understand the turnip mind, with it's gleeful complacency,
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growing in splendor of green and dirt. it does not suffer from jealousy or
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paper cuts, only from yellowness. Yellow is an evil thing, taking it's joy
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and screaming from minds and chains. All of this is blatant, and sometimes
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obvious. wishing is a waste of time. the wings never grow and there you are,
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with sadness and no wings. caffiene and growth do not make it go away. only
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the color yellow is able to alleviate the boredom. do you listen to this? do
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you listen to the yellow speech of your wishes? Its poetry is that of
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oysters, seeing light through my eyes.
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Love and Rocks
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Shiny black stones are love. Stronger than death and folly, the
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source of strength, they break in moonlight, and blind by day. all of the
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stories they tell are madness but the madness is that which is like anger
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the most. zurp zurp go their stories, until you are crazy with the pleasure
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of the sky and the wind. it is no wonder that lizards hide underneath stones
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with all of this storytelling contaminating the very sand. magic surrounds
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the stone, and the lizards run when moonlight sparks the spell. vanity and a
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striving after wind, are the lizards. a tower, a hind, a doe, is the shiny
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black stone. such problems can never be fixed, not by any number of zurping.
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but zurp zurp it goes, until it is too full to continue.
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Reality's Edges
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marbles are like reality. they are small, and insignificant until
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broken, when they cut you unless you are careful. will you brave them? will
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you take them up and hold them, coddling and rocking, until you have lost
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them in your complacency? your fat surrounds this. it is no wonder i can no
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longer distinguish between this and the iron ones.
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Angels and Darkness
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how very like a dark angel of light, but without wings. how do these
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colors affect me so? bright darkness, shining across a sunlit field, the
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black brighter than the sun. dark light, illuminates my heart but clouds
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my mind. how can i think clearly when my mind is stormy weather? a tactile
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thunder, a darkening lightning, and a broken black stone, so fragile to
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begin with. my arbitrary symbols foretelling my soul. i drank my willpower,
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and drowned my wishes, but got a dream which an angel stole.
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[SOME POETRY!]
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Random Angel Song
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obsession cured, just a new random angel
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i hate that beauty but i want it the same
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i think this to you but i know you don't hear me
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and im groping the ground I worship anyway
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it could have been someone or anyone else
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but october and vodka equaled up to you
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this isnt the first or the last time it happens
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so i know im not worthy of princes or truth
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my painful addiction, no withdrawl immenent
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waiting to prove that ive something to prove
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living is only a constant reminder
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that it happened it happened it happens to you
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and i lost what i had just to get what i wanted
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what i wanted turned out just to be what i lost
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ive bartered these two and theres no coming back now
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the randomness never could equal the truth
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To the Oblivious Lord of My Dreams
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I say it doesn't affect me
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I say you never believed
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I say I won't think twice of it
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I say it's him that I need
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I say I want him forever
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I say I want you tonight
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I say I don't think it's wrong
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I say I don't know what's right
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I say that I feel so happy
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I say I'd never betray
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I say I'll stay with him gladly
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But it's not what I want to say.
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* (c) HoE publications. HoE #227 -- written by Mokie -- 4/7/98 *
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