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ASLEEP - Craig Plesco
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I'm asleep and my eyes see reality....
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I'm asleep and my mind focuses on the life I could never indulge in...
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Petty concerns split my neuro-system/Death becomes but a joke
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Falling into the system where life becomes ever so painful,
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The frustration of not knowing who is whom, what is that, why is this
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Dateline: Age 4 - Religious leaders spout sayings of eternal damnation
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I spin through cycles of pitfalls and laugh at their blind nature
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What determines life?
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How soon after 'death' does one become useless in life?
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When the moistness dries, when the water subsides...
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Is water life? For beings such as we, perhaps this is true....
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Water/Sun.....Cold/Hot.....
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What is where, I am not..
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I feel parched, feeling too much heat
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Sporadically I am fed tiny droplets of life...
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I drink and savor and enjoy...even basking in the heat
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Then a yearning creeps into me...I want to hold on...but...
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SOME STRANGER - Craig Plesco
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I bumped into a nearby lamppost and studied my own neglect of environment
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My shoes - a casual acquaintance
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Standing up, I felt a surge of hatred - contempt ran through my body
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I twisted fully around and stared into the face I had known would come
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Chuckle, chuckle, I laughed....
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Somehow I didnt believe you could be seen this way
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Deep in my heart I felt this was indeed the creation, the truth, the fallacies
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Could I slap this or myself back to...to where? Where is one ever at?
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Perhaps I did not recognize this, perhaps I was not capable of understanding
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Still wonderment and curiosity urged me to follow
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Grass still grew through the cracks, afterall
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One particular broken slab tripped me up, one particular moment changed me
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later..I peered through a window of mirror edging....angles portrayed ..
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my own image, 4 dimensions, maybe more
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attempting to jump into it....it was then that i was abruptly reminded....
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i am only flesh
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WALK ON WATER - Craig Plesco
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Miracles, never experienced one.
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I waded through the murky depths, my hopes and dreams were swirling about
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like the reverted path of an oar
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Undercurrent made me forget my foothold, sandbar turned to seaweed and i sank
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Swallowing all my dreams, rising to the top, at the same time, something
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pulling me downward, I coughed and spat out those wishes, the stream of
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a stronger being seemed to control all of me.
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Momentarily, I gained some aspect of sanity and decided to float, it was
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much easier than swimming and very safe
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As I was pulled along, i sensed that my velocity and that of the current
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was increasing....Gravity, my master, the grand trickster, those who
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wish to defy it, inevitably give in to it in order to survive...
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Abandoning all sense of self, I become one with the water, I was water...
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I was fluid, I could be easily formed, manipulated, I had no real shape
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Crashing to the bottom of the falls, I knew the uniqueness gained nothing
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in the end, things form certain qualities only temporarily...
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Permanently, there is but one form, striving to become is to strive for
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Nothing
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DRAWN ON - Craig Plesco
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A scratch in my arm
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I was etched
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Did it matter?
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A bruise on my head
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I was scarred
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Later, gone, nothing remembered
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I whistled, some insane prisoner type came after me with a gun
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I laughed knowing that the destruction of my being would not matter
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Haha, remember science class? My matter will be an apple tree....
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When I feel your feelings, when i sense your touch, i want to be you
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When I reach out for you, you are me and I scratch your arm...
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Looking down, you notice it, sometimes you touch it unwittingly...
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Somewhere in your mind, you feel me, later the scar is gone
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REAND - Craig Plesco
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Rat's eyes are no disguise
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Rats live on no evil star - Sexton
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I asked myself, what is an evil star?
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Planets are sometimes stars
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People are sometimes stars
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Flames are stars, illusions are stars
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Looking inside myself
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I almost felt a star
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Reaching ever deeper, no rats existed
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Was there a flame reaching out?
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Trying to escape, erupt, become?
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Hollowed, like a canoe.....
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Sadness erupted, pavement destroyed
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You can never see a soul
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But if it goes with you
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You will carry 5 times your load
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Voices urging....
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Beckon, come with me.
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I almost did, but I knew I had purpose
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Not to become that star, but to give it
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ORANGE MARMALADE - Craig Plesco
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Started to get a buddy of my very own.
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I knew it wasnt because of her, her skepticism tore me apart.
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Later, tearing was my job and I went into it like a madman...Had to show her
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I showed myself alright, i was her, she was me....
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After a brief shower, I hopped out the door to the nearest convenience store.
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It was there that my life became more meaningful....
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Showered with options, life had no limitations...I was no caveman!!
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My club in hand, I walked the aisles and checked myself out in the
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cooler windows....Yeah, I was cool alright, slick...
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Some babe looked at my jeans, checked the brand and proceeded to introduce
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herself...finding that her tastes were not acceptable I dashed...
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Heh, noone noticed I hadnt paid...only paid attention to some naivete...
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I kicked a few pieces of trash out of the weeds and into the bright light
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of the concrete...examination proved futile and seeking more adventure
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I traveled.....
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Arriving wasnt as much fun...peering coollyover my rims I sought meaning...
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What I was subjected to were drumsticks...oh well, a few germs and many hours
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later another shower was necessary....A stale fetus arose thanks to me...
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Another file downloaded from: The NIRVANAnet(tm) Seven
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& the Temple of the Screaming Electron Taipan Enigma 510/935-5845
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Burn This Flag Zardoz 408/363-9766
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realitycheck Poindexter Fortran 510/527-1662
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Lies Unlimited Mick Freen 801/278-2699
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The New Dork Sublime Biffnix 415/864-DORK
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The Shrine Rif Raf 206/794-6674
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Planet Mirth Simon Jester 510/786-6560
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"Raw Data for Raw Nerves"
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