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Scattered Resistance v3 - Setting In

by Wetdryvac's Lair

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Oops 00:38
Oops August 11, 1991 standin' on the corner of fourth and ten looking for my life seems to me I lost it down this way tarmac - like an airport comes rushing up to greet my eyes I thought that I could fly? then pain a taxi I watch me lay to die broken glass across my brow I watch me learn to fly they hit me from behind my dear and even death is funny hunting for life I find death and catch a cab move on then to where I've never been I'll fly
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Ballad of the Broken Bird August 14, 1991 two chickens Andy, Pommel, friends - dids't quarrel o'er yon loving hen dids't bring about most awful squawks til then - most foully Andy peck poor Pommel Pommel gutted out then dids't Andy up and fly aloft into the rafters with all the strength that in him got Andy dropped yon largish box - like heaven's darkest night it fell dids't drive poor Pommel strait to hell woe a sorry time it was hens dids't mourn and cluck somewhat the so sad tale of friendship - squashed when Pommel Andy splattered thus
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Watching the Road August 25, 1991 life is black tar and traction slipping and I - on the passenger's side who drives? I look up past the wheel torso swathed in black pushes on into the night and blood from dagger of the mind rolls down the form before I look away get back in control I panic at me but lo... I crash and fade away justify your life they cry I can't - their eyes burn me you let your choices slip away relaxed in fear I sink towards the bottom of my mind sink quietly from the world towards void
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RGH 00:17
RGH August 26, 1991 an ode to the gunk between my toes I write most fearfully I think the stench I thought I smelled did come from there
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Ode to a Grape August 26, 1991 oh grape just sitting there how I used to envy thee but now - you rot I don't - what? my dog ate you?
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In Fear of Night August 27, 1991 little one why do you lie drag your covers to your head and little one why can't you sleep - is it fear of death about your head little one why do you weep death is common just a phase if we pass on what does it matter when we lived well when we had played - little one try your heart at love a hug can help the day go by and teach your friends or mom and dad to live to play to never die though your body may pass on what does it matter? darkness lies only in the mind take comfort in the cover's warmth I will remember you as you remember - take comfort in a world of light friends are waiting all around and in the end a thought a phrase may yet hold your soul good night my little friend sleep warm for many are those who love you many are your friends
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Come All Ye Fair September 2, 1991 electrify your face you'll find that that's the reason why I'm screaming pollute your mind you're out of time you catch the light upon my knife you're screaming out of control I think I am I know that's why I'm screaming run for your life he's got a knife he's lost his mind nowhere to run he's screaming what did he do his padded cell smells bad he's had a time last night he's screaming fight with the light fall to the ground pain all around I cannot run my life is done I'm screaming the floors are soft the walls are soft I cannot move my arms behind me this is why I'm screaming
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Ode to a Gob 00:46
Ode to a Gob September 10, 1991 oh silly putty with you I ply to end my hours of darkness I bounce you and I loose you where did you go? I put you in the freezer then I dropped you oops... you shattered now I stick to my floor I tried to clean you up with a napkin but now the napkin is stuck too so I used my shirt removed you from the floor but then mother washed and dried my shirt igh... I don't think I should have put it on my shirt that is... as now it won't come off and there you are stuck in my belly button I think I could use a nap
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Gently Lie 01:21
Gently Lie September 10, 1991 wake in darkness live in night so you choose to be well go on now friend that's your own way that's ok by me you thought to tell me dark is peaceful that dreams and rest and peace come there that in the islands in your mind lie the places where you really are so now I waken to the darkness I look around to see loose shapes a mirror in the night shows nothing and this seems good to me 'cause faith unwavering can be a weapon 'cause fear can bring down pain but in the night a mirror shows nothing and this seems good to me but the light waits- here we step out of the bedroom to a world where diplomats say war has come to a world of honest night and a set of mirrors that can reflect in the dark to a child in the corner faint with fear of concussions approaching as the bombs fall ever closer in the dim the answer? run no time to figure see? the sky is closing the grass goes black and charcoal melts- my last thought is of a mirror showing only darkness and a peace of sorts from ignorance
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Into the Distance 1992 and so another one has died not the last I'm sure I did not know him cannot cry others surely shed my tears in the halls a long face passes just another from the masses just another called him friend and I sit to think but recall no picture I cannot comfort don't know how or who nor what to say what can I do? just sit here in my cupboard thinking no victory lies in death for him - honored yes but by living remains and death is final some say we have our memories I knew his name, a face to call but of his person I'll never know in this my sorrow lies that and this - when falls the next?
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Another Little Boy September 15, 1991 life is darker than what I used to know you know - the stars no longer shine and chaos starts all over no more sunny days today or tomorrow a longer stretch of blackness heading onwards can you tell me one last thing? where did the sun go - what happened when night was down upon us? what was the reason for the pain that reached my mind can you tell me did I do it or was it you that had to go to tell the people our world's safe no more and all of the answers are curling on the flames from the inferno dreams like paper turned to dust to dust I fall out into chaos - I looked out at the winter morning secure in my position that life was going well - when suddenly blinded a flash seared through my soul in a world of snowflakes steaming under an atomic sun - I heard the rivers boil Thames and Hudson burning loud as the end did come before I floated of into silence down by the ocean where nothing lives today floating floating floating out into chaos - out there in the shadows a few last people vie trying to put it all together long enough to say they survived - fighting wasting illness skin that smears like vaseline the say that god was angry "what did we not do," they cry out into nothing and nothing is the sky but black for only waste remains - no answer - and the tattered lives of the many caught up in the hurricane still keen like lost souls how the seem to be fighting decay that pulls them down only to loose out as the step out out into chaos -
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Creature of the Gloom September 25, 1991 dark as sith its hair stands eyes aglow it bares its teeth to grind its jaws - fresh scythes for reaping blood anew from its next victim death's head decay face it resembles claws of steel never sheathed biting ripping it won't let go til you are like it in decay or waken screaming
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Hanging On 00:42
Hanging On September 18, 1991 he had never tried to write of happiness had he known at all what it could be - who knows - but eventually such things never matter 'cause it hit him in the end that happiness was easy with caring - and who cannot care? so many cast love aside not close enough to their desires in disgust heaving aside the obvious I judged them fools - but do no better acceptance, trust, and truth will hold or so I suspect must be true but so must fun and taking what happens as is since there is no perfection to be had
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In Contemplation September 22, 1991 let me think of how to say this who I am is important to me and how to share this let myself get to know others is hard what can I say? I often prefer to sit and think or listen to the music fluctuation in conversations just flow in amongst the parts of it before joining in I love to speak of feelings but when feelings do not feel right I cannot trust a person well remaining silent I like to talk one person at a time focusing consideration of the being I like to read so that I might learn other's views and in focusing upon the single concentrate my deliberation I am afraid of what I remain unsure that if you know me you'll hurt me or I you - maybe existence is misunderstanding but if I hide in a lie maybe the lie tells truth at the time when I am other than myself fear makes so many faces of a person I loose count
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3 2 1 and Now September 23, 1991 welcome to the darkness friend welcome to this world of wonder come and see the fallen angel crying on the ground welcome friend to some hot in the shade years know that you have brought this on know that greed started the burning oh so long ago know this as the world's weakness destined some say to go to sand where all her people fight for water water once fresh at hand for all - know well the angel's name is indolence that the angel's face matches each of the dead and that the ground burns on... it's to the burning ground we fall so say good-bye... say good-bye to your hopes my friend they lie with the rest on the desert sand say good-bye to this troubled land for in death it is said that peace regains for in the death of this world of wonder - how I laugh at this turn of phrase - we find we were the fools treading hot on the tracks of avarice hot like the fool the angel we fall to find drifting sand harder than stone
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Inside Out There September 23, 1991 what goes on behind your eyes I see you but must look away I know there must be more to reality than just a mask to hide behind there must be a person in there somewhere but you quietly sit there humming god knows what tune you're humming staring at no-one's eyes I remember they told me you were human but speachless you remain sitting humming something softly god only knows the tune
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Out in the Cold September 26, 1991 misty misty cold as nightshade blinders drawn before the eyes cold and silent wet and creeping in the foggy shadows lie enter reaper death angel - come to set us free in death a turn to friendly face or manifested shade sleeping dreaming death - no difference all but one useless to wake transitional grounding air to grave
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Thought Fragment September 27, 1991 in the darkest depths you find that all your life is new to you you cannot go without a past but to progress at last... to taste the way - you dream what was that about my dear dreams are nothingness just a place to keep the darkness - out of mind to hide what evil lurks below
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Ode to Glue 00:21
Ode to Glue September 25, 1991 glue, oh glue why were you there upon the chair I sat in? I know that this may seem quite dumb but I know this too - to stand - I need to find a solvent
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Searching for a Peace September 24, 1991 nightmare in the promised land the mind writhes to get away in the shadows lie the serpents thoughts that wait to break you send you hopeless into panic not your making all dream you cry - but still it seems hours til you wake a room polluted by sweat in what is sniggeringly called the real world sitting up you stop to shudder what was that - a moment of insanity to keep you in touch - with what? next night in the darkness you spend some hours being brave breathing only through the covers knowing darkness bides its time that dream and reality intermingle becoming one another do you die when you die within a dream - it seem that this may be so you lie awake for days you wait fearful of a sleep that might unmake you recalling a taunting phrase somewhere said dreams should be the promised land
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Play With the Mad September 25, 1991 do you believe what people say? that the world has come to peace today when people play with atomic bombs invent more weapons - play along maser, laser in the limelight meltdown, breakdown, hell to pay all the more to loose in fight d'ya still believe what people say? let's go buy an atom bomb delivery for just a song we've timed the fuse, tell me is it lit? what am I to do with it? let's nail Peking, where the hell do I throw this thing? ain't a matter of what you do one hundred thousand come back at you just one person just one day mind gone, drop bomb anyway see the hundred thousand fly just some billion people die but we'll survive on just one man or ten, or two, a flash, it's done or think on this, my poor lost friend they'll likely get you in the end to exterminate one violent man though if he can do it, any can there is no winning such a war once the war has started
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What Will Become? September 26, 1991 why do I do this - stand on others to seem better? hammer a person when they look away - am I really so insecure - that I need pull another down? I find I know the answer that this mashing down is wrong - needing an end no matter my deprivation I can hurt never another when I feel less than they... but I notice I still do it get where I don't feel right lash out, tongue licking into wounds pulling apart reputation at random no care for the saying I can see the past too well knowing I have wronged that it must end or truly my lessening is greater than theirs no matter the feelings
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Follow Me 01:19
Follow Me September 25, 1991 watch... the way is never clear but dare not wander for in the murk an edge is waiting one wrong step all it takes into open air and empty space darkness... calm before the worm whipping up winds of violent change keep watching, walking eyes railed to the path ahead neither turn is safe - one way up no way to escape here one wrong step is abyss jump... no fear there is no other way along through here walk the wire beware the chasm but because you must - know when to jump watch again... on either side lie vapor flowers neither fall knows darkness but in the center a path to stardom from now to tomorrow forgotten - lovely are the shock-red flowers but beauty is their only charm each death less than a petal fracture each petal dropping screaming over the edge into abyss
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Children of the Rose Years September 27, 1991 I know that we must be in heaven for all the things I see are good all the people I brush against are walking down this same old street into some light pacing a world of endless laughter world of perfumed flowers, flower children walking tulips, orchids, beds of roses line the gardens of this foreign realm coming up to take us in would you live with these flower children simple their way - love of friends gardens, peace and friends onward in endless nights each new mystery of the other something more to relish finding out is half way one the other half of bettering jokes and peals of endless song stories told to the night - or friends funny they thought it would never end and again - it starts again thirty years from the last time friend come oh children, be together in the joy of night - fields bloom, flowers grow don't you know it's time to go out into the world
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Bub Da Ode 00:32
Bub Da Ode September 28, 1991 ode unto you, bubble gum mystic mix of flavor and xanthan with you I play night and day despite such hours watching bubbles before my eyes hypnotize until - splat can't see taste gone, guano desperate need to clean fingers locked in hair
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To the Children September 29, 1991 wake up little children listen know this I have to tell that war - and all of victory means nothing more then hell don't listen to your parents tell you god has given us to fight stand up for your country might is right - live and die to grow towards freedom they don't like I know - but children, this I tell you they can't tell I watch line upon line of children march out into the killing fields watch them raise their banners watch them die - war on tv's so far away but I turn aside to cry I think I knew those children the cry is old - they did not have to die carry back the dead in caskets honor those who lost - you say to die for me is glory I say that you lie - one day may come an answer never hear the call again never take my children from me never see the caskets come - in the ashes of the fire mass graves on all the tv shows see the children sing in triumph brothers, sisters, carried home I know to you this was a glory - glory is a stone
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New to Old Song September 29, 1991 people tell me in my walk through life never look at that, it's evil don't touch the bad - but I blink and ask this - tell me why - I get no answer least one I understand it should be against my religion, they say - or walk away never to tell me what went wrong - I look to the mirror my face lives in tonight am I evil? am I evil? am I evil? but the mirror reflects the words cleanly the question is me, the answer is me so when they walk up in the world tell me that I'm wrong I listen and smile ask them to explain - what is this wrongness I am living? what find you so hard to face? if you'd take some time to tell me may be I'll change - but walking away, when it long ago cured fighting solved no issues - I'll not know how I offended or tell my reasons believe - and if I like not your reasons why change?
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Shaking Down 00:30
Shaking Down October 1, 1991 welcome to my broken home it's dark in here I know - I remember mom and dad would hold me but changes come, bad tides perhaps my fault all this happened if I dove them apart unknowing how can they love me now? at least the screaming's gone
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PT 00:35
PT September 30, 1991 missus tabby lying backwards wakes to find me watching her flick of tail greeting to me a stretch to find if the ground is still there a flip to stand up yawn to acknowledge as gracefully she climbs my leg up to show how much she cares nibbling on my ear one habit I surely wish she'd break though I became mother to her it does not matter love is all the same to her and I still care
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Fall Apart Again October 1, 1991 this is not good I think I'll vomit prescription coffee with sugar in it nervous breakdown here I come it's done - the coffee's on the table again eating away the varnish - too much stress, I've come undone I'll hide away in sleep again until waking - I find I forgot to clean the table more stress in life restart the cycle - how do I work this coffee maker?
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Reason to Run October 6, 1991 they knock you down and you call them friends kick your head 'til you spin lie on the ground waiting for the next blow to fall comes like a hammer words like monsoon, like wind strike you through head on a lance strings to a marionette, those words pulling heart and hand to watch you twirl dance to the words, the spurning words twist, twist and burn within hating them for what they do they pull you to the game no end or peace you fall to pieces and still they pull your friends suck Ralph...
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Giant 00:58
Giant October 10, 1991 listened to the radio today heard a piece of shelling tucked in amidst the music heard people dying for greed others dying to free themselves heard that bombs had fallen soft in my home town here I am tucked away in a bunker hiding with my radio hear a bit of crashing mixed in with the music happy songs and happy people from another land... I'm waiting for the shells to strike me waiting worse than death it seems tearing on my nerves... I find a jump in each explosion giant's footsteps growing closer hour upon hour nothing come of marching yet but silence on the radio music gone now - just dead air ether silent waiting
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Duality 03:02
Duality October 1, 1991 here I sit mulling over the reasons look out my window I see the grey and falling rain why is it - when I look out in the falling shadows I find only shame? I thought to make a difference looked out for a place a place that needed me but I found this quiet in my heart a disease of depression no start, no end just silence - so I sit watching the falling rain wondering what has become of my world watching - knowing I can do little just become one of the masses screaming about a just cause unanswered - too much I cry - banging my head against thick glass all I see are the shadows a world where peace is the only answer where peace is never found too much - I turn out to the rain watch it splatter on my window waiting for nothing falling to earth as a thousand droplets see powers rise, see powers fall it keeps on raining... I wonder what would happen to me if I cried out told the world to stop run in the rain tell the answer never fight - I look out to the rain that's falling and know - I'm just another one of them ripples in a lake overflowing too full to hold another thought just another point of confusion conflicting views - so I stay here watch the sky, hoping for thunder fearing it will come knowing - when it does the world will fall further to chaos even in the rain so I sit here fearing nothing - it keeps on raining... I wonder, does anyone really understand? night is coming end the fighting I want to say but I know I will die or sit and rot in a cell not my making so I wait here watch the sheets of water pouring who cut the sky - I ask myself these and other questions watching the world for a spark of hope knowing as I sit here it could be me - is it worth anything? I really make no difference I think I will be ignored like all before me make a difference for a moment then fall like the rain can I take it - could you - it doesn't matter, you know I have no heart left to speak about my fighting days are gone streams from the lake overflown their shores lightning on the banks striking closer on the horizon day by day another power come and gone does it matter - I do not really know I recognize only that I have this weakness disease of depression the end has come so I sit here looking out my window to see the world fade away it keeps on raining...
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On a Limb 00:16
On a Limb October 9, 1991 there once was a boy in Mt. Vernon made tetryl and set it a burnin' when suddenly flash reduced him to hash and he rained from the night until mornin'
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Ghost of a Fox October 3, 1991 my friend he is the lightning knight thief he's rather frightening don't think I always know him I look the other way he lives inside a cardboard box why not? I take him out to talk to him loose him in a corner of my mind don't think I always know him go on you want to see him though first I have to find him he went the other way come on you might just know him he might be in you too you know you might just see him tonight my friend he is a ghost fox I keep him locked in a cardboard box some say he is symbolic of what lies in my mind my friend he is the lightning I find him rather frightening that what I do might just be really me I lock me in my cardboard box can't leave I might just freak out see the world staring back at me so what is this I'm doing hiding as the lightning you know it's rather frightening I think I might be me my friend he is the lightning knight thief he's rather frightening I try to hide away from him shut him in and bang the locks closed but I know he is the ghost fox breaking into my cardboard box it sucks because I find myself to be
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Soldier's Song October 5, 1991 I know this we had more than others had found that it all had to end but I want more can you tell me this is wrong that I should die today for all the world leave you in the cold not to be within your fire - death, he is my enemy takes me far away from you what can I say but this the rest are fools, and we want to die just to be with you tomorrow, lord is there nothing colder than to face the fire alone? it's said that we all have to die someday why fight the fact, just live your life - but what of this, when you can see your dying hour rushing down upon you like a freight train unstoppable - know you leave the world behind today for others - I scream into the rising sun where is the reason I have so much for to go on hate to face the darkness in the light alone - wanted to be with you tomorrow loved you, remember - but I see the end a coming must go out tonight to fight their battle never to see you again my love? they let me only say good-bye...
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The Flood 01:53
The Flood October 11, 1991 find myself awash with anger fear what I might do strike out at my fellows blindly hurt them take them down flat hand to throat heart fracture kick so many easy ways to kill must, must retain control fear that I will do some damage fear my will might fold if you find me sitting vacant if you find me numb if I do not answer you try to comprehend I send myself away sometimes denying form and function if you find me in a wasteland kicking at the walls and swearing blindly - do not run this is not me you look upon the silence left behind the cage false laugh or dead calm the bars hold wonder if I might be dying inside to restrain so hard to push so long anger, my friend this is my weakness divinity in holding down letting free little by little when you are gone, when I am gone and if at night you find me weeping fear not to rest you next to me perhaps the words you say mean nothing getting only to the verge of mind but comfort lies near companionship sometimes I find within a raging fire pacing flames like a tiger caged seeking to burn all its oppressors unable to determine which sights are real which faces hold fear wait until I am alone releasing hatred's easier then curse into the silence kick holes into the walls let insanity become fluid motion if only for a little while but fear not I will be pure again
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Mother 00:38
Mother October 11, 1991 pacing in the kitchen waiting for the phone to ring waiting for the boy to come back home late nights come by special order sleepless nights for mother dear some say that love is expressed as worry others that the game lies in control she fears the boy will not return fears the call on the telephone "your son was caught unaware what can I say for comfort?" but lights fill the drive and embarrassed she sits by the phone relief is back again the boy is home unharmed
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Firing Line 00:23
Firing Line October 13, 1991 it is said they give you a cigarette untrue - I don't smoke anyway they just put you to the wall chant the count pull the trigger watch you wall then it's over...
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I Owe You 00:31
I Owe You October 13, 1991 Occasionally an author will write a poem that is such a load of crap that he'll want to forget it - never see it again. This poem was one of those, the only thing I've ever really been embarrassed about writing. T'any rate, if you're disappointed that here's nothing in this spot, keep in mind that I'm so embarrassed to have written this piece, publication might require ritual suicide to clear my family name. Upset? Go read something else.
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Of the Lost Ones October 18, 1991 one dream rises from the land of broken souls telling true to survive you must love - all of the dead nothing left in the land of broken souls they say no more fighting no more love nothing left their lost souls remain as pilgrims in our forlorn world digging back up to the light rise from the dead it is said some have succeeded managed to carry on their love after death out from the darkness out from the shadows only to fall back to night
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Fall to Sleep October 16, 1991 as I lay me down tonight I draw the blinds across my window close my eyes shut out the world shudder in fear of tomorrow but know I must sleep no matter so I turn and close my eyes hope the world will leave me in peace for a while not tear me to pieces in the night
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Flashback 00:15
Flashback October 16, 1991 count the seconds brother? they go down with them you die second by second why count the seconds?
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Slip of the Lip October 17, 1991 lies all lies a pretty poison slipped into his words - I am your brother by race - - I am your brother by blood - - I am yours by mind - - thus you are mine - his is yours no doubt but hatred lies on the underside barely hidden do not trust him he holds concealed a broken blade the legacy of a created race no honor such will be his to carry beware - his jeweled promises are but a deadly fantasy a way to twist the words he claims he is the only child of a second sun that his rising flame will quench just power such power easily held by you what mask is his in this telling like you - yes but look behind the cold eyes see truth a liar is a deceiver always self deceived let his not near and when he offers you his scepter cast it down when he offers you a kingdom know your own when he offers you his hand beware the knife and when he offers you his power know this - his joy is built upon other's pain his strength is against the light his power is illusion hiding his deception is for none but his own his joy is death
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Descent 02:16
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In Search of Peace October 17, 1991 knowing these words makes me angry knowing these words makes me want to find and kill them all realizing how they killed my friends torn to pieces, silent to the end - take up some old knife cut some apart as they have cut tear them down tear them down kill them all some hate grows like a flower nurtured by anguish all lost in these cold rooms here where my friends began to move no more in blood chalk cold forever I go out in the dark of night, see stars watch clouds cover them over with the whisper of death as I am covered torn apart in some other place but before dawn I follow killers careful of my step conscience securely out of hand the hunt, the taste, the scent and in the twist of knife a face pale, like bone, like life itself denied
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Breda 01:24
Breda October 23, 1991 to Breda, my friend - I met you at the start of school did not know you stranger lost in a strange land or so it seemed to me I cannot say you tried to fit in but regardless the environ has slid about you mingled if you will, in making friends better than most it seems and you grow more sure of yourself I think day by day - you wanted me to write you a poem I could not think of what to say but it seems as if this at least is true - you do so well what was it like to come here? I would ask you this - you meet strange people give a test for your strength no matter the strength be new you asked me once if you had an accent well, I have to say you do - but all have some deviation from the whole and transmission is ever stronger than voice alone a happy sound, your accent thus what you say cannot hurt you as the saying has been kind in you I found to my surprise a friend someone I could talk to for this I thank you there are you said, few who will listen not many willing to tell the truth but the sounds define not the truth you know, and telling was never easier
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Come Crashing Down October 21, 1991 look - I am becoming disillusioned what can I do day by day I must watch my world fall into chaos no more is there organization what can I do when there is nowhere left for me to turn I wax bitter go more insane by day try to keep from really loosing it pretend I am holding together put this cruel daily show on for my friends not to drag them down with me know that life is tombing in about my ears I am left with coating laugh aloud at the cruel tricks of random chance try to keep from going mad as I watch - only to see all my creations crumble can self never be self again? I can no longer believe family holds true cannot see the jokes but peace is failing and I wonder if it was me so I wait and worry, do my work cry in the night hate the world and fellow man such simple things how a mistake in numbers papers and green hedging can cost so so will there be a home next year will I go on in school can I face the world alone is there no one left to turn to in this cold world bitter at the deceit I laugh, almost screaming -
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Piper's Poem 00:45
Piper's Poem November 1, 1991 piper's dream of a whistle blower storm a coming, head for cover breakdown of the government who told who what was discovered? can they ever trust each other? I think not - the fools, the fools spy on spy a game of danger who bets high? a country wagered? can you tell just where you stand? are politics a game? who told the lie? who rocked the boat how can we keep this ship afloat yes, as we sink in muddy water just one thought in mind watch out for the one behind you they'll pull you down with them
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Ban and I 00:27
Ban and I November 8, 1991 ode to you, skin from a banana turning brown here next to me I smell you now I wish I didn't I wonder how old you are fetid and black moldy with fruit flies you fall to pieces on the floor I don't suppose I should pick you up
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Solution 02:09
Solution October 23, 1991 look my friends at the world around you so much pain too much pain to be born by one strike out at the darkness in anger? such was never an answer doing you and others harm and when there is a chance to help however painful the striking may bar your form - if so, know this it matters not who sorrows who hates you for your doings such is good - that others will forever bind you by your acts sacrifice yourself to the world? if so, my friend, expect no charity, only hate or ignorance from those you'd save it does not matter what is down with a kind heard is forever remembered or so it has been told to me by the sky sacrifice has never been in vain seek not love even love sometimes lacks power though success most often springs from love if you love them and they hate you - even hating they are loved look to reason then far within the night beyond reason lies the undoing the end of all this systemic corrosion entropy, some call it others tremble in fear of some great satan who knows what is real? that good can ever be made better fear not my friend, the scorn of your fellows know there's still love in the night belief will change nothing as belief in the unreal is doomed aborning and the real needs no belief to remain only the knowledge of rightness can help save the world from destroying itself as entropy can be beaten or accepted either side no sin know this in a closed system entropy runs dry change is shallow, defined in opening the system, resurrection gains ground by facing down the night, taking the stand speaking for light, enough some said to stand alone and be forgotten
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Greetings and Defiance October 28, 1991 shade and specter hear my calling rise to witness night king of darkness know your maker I stand to block your flight lord of flies so are you called tell me are you real? or just a story told to children - instill the fear of might I stand within the shadowed land stand with darkness as my friend I squeeze your shadows in my hand so as to express light... greetings to you - and defiance - I stand to end your blight
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Safety in Numbers October 25, 1991 queen of my morning dancing on the summer breezes I watch your grace and think to follow motion of the soul I know it's not the form that dances your words can weave the shapes as well help the fallen among whom long I was one my thanks to you for teaching the ways of walking again to you who dances through a life take comfort when you need it from this you are loved by many for the sole reason that you are no other - know that I would trust you if I danced can I do no less than you? I cannot turn down this challenge help others love without fear no care if the wolves should find out who I am no more denial show to you that I now live and take comfort in this thought I have been allowed to hold you friend perhaps rejection is a petty thing so I should care less of it though caring more or less is elusive no longer hurting the way it used to - when I feared
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Firefly 00:48
Firefly October 28, 1991 tell me true, is it good did we go down as we should is there a little bit of smoke on the horizon? was there a power struggle did we fall down in the huddle did you see the sky when they went and dropped the bomb? and in the aftermath can we recuperate as the cinders whistle on the wind tonight? was it worth it, did we win shall we wallow in our sin as we watch the rise of the second sun tonight? and did we do it as we should did we somehow teach them good can we celebrate in ashes come tonight?
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Strength 01:09
Strength November 9, 1991 welcome to the city friend an urban jungle true though the phrase wears hard - your only way to survive is to join the gangs watch the others those who would kill you regardless day or night for you, your clothing your drugs step from the shadows only the strongest here will die only the weak live, and odd it seems that the weak will not fight yours are twenty he is one but he has come to kill for his is the path of death and the children strike the first blow he is a warrior yet the rictus takes him one of the great frozen in pain a moment before he stands making not a sound covered in his own blood bows quietly once and fails to die until not one of yours remain standing
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Single Line 00:37
Single Line October 9, 1990 on the road and the light from the skies is shining bright in your eyes the possibilities that you will never see if you go on ahead a flash, you're dead should have turned from the path and in the aftermath will you pull the shade on the decisions you made try to find a way stop the endless day are you ready to fight - return to night you find the fuse is lit is this it -
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Greymusey II 00:49
Greymusey II 1988 the first notes - rather like a deformed ball slightly fuzzy grey and white vicious and ready to claw out the eyes of all the move growing to full size thin and small occasionally friendly the birds don't come to the feeder any more and I know why a grey white blending in the shrubbery waiting - for the landing of one last tasty bit of food it comes awing to his gentle touch inside my house a game of letting go and chasing flighty thing breaking itself on my window before his hunger comes to care
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Xposur 00:40
Xposur November 10, 1991 to you the reader I find that this is important never to be offended by words alone no matter their meaning read them again sex filled gluttonous things or race killing in bottles disgusting to you, may be but there lies a real meaning behind each and every word despite the ugly words themselves a paradox that despite vulgarity seemingly impossible passages that evil can emphasize good and even the harshest knife often holds a flash of light
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Judgment Day 01:00
Judgment Day November 19, 1991 knocking on my door this morning postman, preacher, who knows who just another madman with a gun and a lost cause? another person misdirecting their score to settle I go to the door not afraid, for my life is safe, like a castle not a thought in the world that today death comes the powder blue car at the end of my drive rumbles softly, like a happy dog waiting for master coveting government plates and bomb proof glass one or another organization with the same standard a letter like a lost cause misdirected five years past this madman here and I won't even see his gun because the movies are wrong sometimes when business is stability and stability is power and when power, like a good strong engine is silence
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A Moment in War November 12, 1991 I just killed another man my brother in arms one of us had to die or so we were told by the ones who sent us out had to destroy the enemy shoot to kill and we never looked askance hear the call my brother reload fire reload again hear the screams of rounds that laugh casually by the ones that laugh are your friends coming just close enough to greet you like clumsy puppies, bouncing and panting trained to feed upon your bones this is not the right choice so cried the warriors of peace but you heard them well, missing the silence of the round that erased you how strange... we cast ourselves unknowing from every precipice full sure the ground below us gone
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Too Far Away 02:13
Too Far Away November 10, 1991 the window in my bedroom's shattered I suppose I should not have thrown my memories through it maybe there is nothing worse than an anger unchecked but anger knows so many reasons after all loosing your loved is a terrible thing beyond simple misplacement when you face the face finally, that they are vapor you will never talk with them again... yes I had my reasons my bedroom's getting colder as the wind blows at my curtain toying with motion akin to life rain smattering everything darkening the curtain's fabric slap, slap, against the wall it blows painting little pictures life scenes I never noticed before an image of you, silent in a corner sitting by yourself shutting out the rest of the world maybe this is what I saw in you singularity, or reflections of myself I will clean up the glass I am sure but for now I can't look upon it reflecting my face so I leave it - odd how reflections of myself submerge the memory of your voice I'll never hear again only see your form if I happen to pass by your wake such a terrible joke a wake for you who used to smile quietly at death, but your form has nothing of you who'd tell me to laugh and move fucking on you'd have smiled at your own grave side given the chance I walk over to the window crunch of glass painless underfoot cast my eyes across your moorland track clouds scudding across mottled sky blur of the rain joining blur of my eyes I know what you would say isolation is temporary pick up the glass I understand, I think, your silence that recovery is more than time that swearing was only language and like the glass I'm cleaning
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Evening 01:21
Evening November 24, 1991 table set with romantic candles table set for four and two a couple and children sit across from us they achieved what we set out so long ago to do we walk out with the company over than night for dinner the only time we are together we always play the game step out for one last curtain call who will be our audience now a judge to end the matrimony as we ceased kind words along ago it started out alright, remember I loved you and you loved me but this system fails in stormy weather now all that's left is game it feels like we're upon a stage acting out some fantasy where we will always get on fine so long as we are not alone I feel some fire is dying now our age is catching up to us our passion's dead, our dice long tossed who cares about our labors lost while they are here it's all the same we act as lovers- see our game?
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Collage 01:56
Collage November 15, 1991 I'm in love with this person, perhaps you have met her dark hair and dark eyes, but a person of light this person, you know, she is my friend dancer foreshadowing ending of night green sky at morning with hints of a rainfall I'm kicking up laughter to people I meet the ones with wan faces step out of the masses tell me my life is a dead no end street I walk through the graveyards whistling my melody toss up this song to the stones' epitaph walk in the ivy and read all the headstones some say there is nothing but death some people tell me that love is a weakness they make me just break down and cry how can they say this about my best feelings I can tell they never have tried tell me that truth lies in darkness hide away in your cold room frightened by shadows that lurk in the silence crawl your way back to your mother's safe womb I know that the answer will lie in the oneness sex wasn't love though so many fools try the only just answer is based in compassion as both will continue though one may well die you tell me the truth is aloneness your body's a soul cage that none can escape you hide in the shadows saying love is a weakness? this is your decision to make I have not all the answers though I have got my loved one I sit at the benches, with her I converse there's nothing much better than being together and being alone, well, there's nothing much worse so I tell you my fellows, I find I am loving being with her is far sweeter than breath and to all those who's sorrows hide out in the shadows I have found something other than death
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Warfetter 03:10
Warfetter November 24, 1991 so this is the start of the long night - get up upon your broken horse you hear the cry carry on, carry on it's a dead end street, no bend in sight your horse is dead and his dead feet echo across the endless glass drawing molten sparks from the silicon ground he's had no water - none to be had and the flies gather like clouds of soot drawn to rotting meat terminal images of a broken mind impossible - even the flies perished in that final fire look at you, you broken soldier impaled on your bayonet - this is the end to the wayfarer's slaughter as the lord of flies draws his in nothing is left but charred bone melting into the glass terminal in end no sucrease violent - stories of that final fire the sky is bloody red he cried, as they cut him to the fractured bone the tanks arise and the wayfarer follows come to drag them home know the name was pestilence as his diseases helped to spread the carnage he pulled stones apart - biddings from master pulled atom from atom in tanks evaporating on the steel breeze and he claimed then the disease was over made a rainbow to taunt the clear ground I knew there was a city here a place of houses, cars and tar covered streets the disease prospered in this place before the wayfarer called his masses to him leaving waves of hunger smoldering in the hollowed ground I saw the end of livingkind on a sphere of rippled glass shattered by forces of its own making terminal the wayfarer has won no question left in the interim between then and now we find in the darkness a child crying, screaming out to the shadows of the night someone has taken his pretty bauble his mother, his father, his world, gone this child lives in a cave of darkness out in the underground there are no trains left running - he treads on the tracks to end his life this sole survivor - but no power casts him away will aside he'll end soon his world exploded like an apple dropped into a hungry sun it has been said that this is the long night judgement has been passed and to those who survived that stab from the darkness there is no hope they speak only of what should have been and what will surely come but the sky is black - no stars death my friend, they cry take your broken horse and carry me far from here I can take this long night no longer
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Blind Faith 00:28
Blind Faith November 25, 1991 crying achieves nothing over nothing can we cry as only action helps in this and this alone can we make a stand all the rest blind hope blind faith add only to chaos both achieved easily as staring into the sun
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Small Scale Smash November 27, 1991 cricket chirping in the hall I count the chirps seventy-four degrees I find I start to count again, then - crunch - some old sod has just trampled the poor beggar out of existence I wonder how warm it is now
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Tinkle Prose 00:42
Tinkle Prose November 27, 1991 pink toes white feet grey tail golden eyes do you know him? did you watch? a cat some say, always lands on his feet this one has so far - he watches phosphor eyes tracking every move catching light - catching dark - tracing a movement in the silence of the night some once called cats protectors as this one may well be - at the window playing with objects tossed by the wind watching the storm this is cat - caring and unto himself utterly sure of his place
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Fall of Night November 27, 1991 misty in the autumn twilight moon on the grass I walk out into night run for a while lost in the wood walk for a time sit in the grass listen for a moment feeling the night then return to home knowing the night will always wait for those who know it this is peace
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He Who Plays With Night November 27, 1991 I come from the moors smelling of the sand I am a child of night carrying nothing I return from the darker path to redemption as one chosen to live in entropic blackness I chose my path as that of one who fed death with a part of his soul I come to you that you might know I am to protect you I come as the blackness of early morning rises friend - changed and changing waiting for the shadows to try and take you I come only with a mind of steel a body of quicksilver as protector, a destroying angel if you will - so know you can't kill me I'm indestructible incapable of fear for hope or folly as this may be I come to help - wait for my call out of the kindest hour waiting for the shadow to spring like maggots from the light and ware - they will crumple as paper in the storm before these empty hands
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Full Circle 00:16
Full Circle November 29, 1991 cat old tired thinking of sleeping dreaming of again becoming kitten
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These are the Daze November 29, 1991 this is it I can't take it any more my radio's on the fritz and I hate the tv usually I can repair the damn thing, but no this time I had to drop it down the stairs now all the coils and thing-a-ma-jiggers are spread in chaotic disarray across my living room floor what the hell - the least I could do was try however, I seem to have raised a series a series of undeserved blisters upon my fingers via infliction of hot solder I sit here swearing very quietly so as to avoid my mother's wrath at this contraption then, annoyed put it back together every which way plug it in watch it explode - I can tell already - this is not going to be one of my better days
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One Eye's Mind November 29, 1991 I often imagine myself off in space where the disruption of my life can leave me in peace I can see the stars even now - diving in closer towards the sun - some vision of Daedalus going up in flames crash - back down into the real world where life is already too hot to handle I close the door to my mind shut myself away in silence care no more - care no more go back to the stars left for me to find the master was right peace is won within -
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Starshine 00:22
Starshine November 29, 1991 space is blank until you look deep into the darkness then all or most or none become clear depending somehow upon perspective - can you see the stars?
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Flames 00:17
Flames November 29, 1991 many colors the sounds and shades of it warm and friendly, care given comforting somehow used for fill
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Light One 00:31
Light One November 29, 1991 black eyes black hair this be she who's next to me she talks as I listen a while find that she makes sense but I have little to say she is all I would dare to be were I the daring sort oh well - my first words to her I think hello never let the next be good-bye so goes my life

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Wetdryvac is a consulting device, a musician, and a free will procedural ethicist. This makes for some seriously odd material from time to time, much of which is worked with here as Wetdryvac's Lair.

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