Saturday, March 24, 2012

poem || Edward Nichols


The Myth becomes Mysrery, and now, the mystery is solved .Dr.Dent-fly me to the moon, where the stars are hazy and the sun can be lazy.Take me out there,I breathe the so-called air . Radiation leave  be I  don't care, What,s wrong is right, for any eventuality, I'm prepared,

The  world can do what it wants as long as wecan all share, my ,I guess i'll  stare into my ashen vision.Anacondo swiyched the light bubble in Scorpios head Blue Krishna stands  for the magnetic mind field. Forword surges the twinge of fortitude surges the twinge  Dragon fly ,the OCTAGON pushing the flanger .

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