A return to Grace

[Alexandria Bouchelli Mozzarell]

For years I have wandered asunder.
wishing my life away piece by piece
and as the wallowing moon tears apart the day ribbon by ribbon
I sit and wish to walk

you are to me what glasses are to a blind man
what Pinocchio is to the whale
as funny as Turbo the snail
A hole that makes me feel whole

Last online five years ago..
Halo be thy name
you said we would game in the morrow
and yet you remain the same.

Hark

Chumbucket.

Oooh weee - Ice T 1990

[artolmaeus]

ashes grow melons, melons taste good
houses burn in the neighborhood
and if there was someone who could more understand
it is the king puppet of imagination land
perched on my stinkfist
though a troubled a few
and when they remembered me forgot how I knew,
forgot what was said,
if was loaning or was loaned money
still I have little
some children denied, because of this ilk
and some children applied, because of bedsilk
shake my tree, shake my tree
there you'll find that damned monkey
not me.....
but Karen, when did we promise such a thing
as I am the secret formula!