Remember

Remember when Pluto was a planet?
Remember when we danced to forget?
Remember when my smile was swallowed?
Remember when haunted thoughts followed?

Do you recall how I romanticize songs?
Recall how I demonize false memories?
Recall my fear of being surrounded?
Recall the struggle against liberal liberties?

Remember when you tugged upon twisted torment?
Remember when you returned me to earthly orbit?
Remember when I longed to be an assassin?
Remember that I hoped to erase all accidents?

Recall how my halo was broken?
Recall hollow lies once spoken?
Recall Icarus wings cruelly melted away?
Recall Prometheus chained another day?

Now that I’ve deafened all echoes;
Now that the replay is worn and bored…
Please remember I held you,
Surrounded you.

Even as I
Romanticised memories,
Demonised injuries,
Struggled against
Liberal liberties.

Remember

msdebbie

Joined March 2009

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This is my friend, Tony. He’s pretty cool.
Although he’s not always so smart.

(Aesop Rock)
And then there were eight (then there were eight).
Just like that.
(Bring back Pluto, bring back, bring back Pluto).
In the beginning it was Large Marge sent me
a bet, empty the rent if you can double-park the garbage barge gently
The moon took a second mortgage on the seventh house
Jupiter ain’t talk to Mars, he felt the host of rovers, sold him out

Close your mouth, poke your snout over the cloaked aroma cloud
Solar boy elope with couch choking on older Polaroids
Motormouth show for the golden molar toy
Gophers yoke a fish outta water he grows lungs and multiplies

Idol. Once soldering a perfect union
It is vital to calculate any ornery loose ends
If mutiny ensues the aloof is assumed nuisance
The clue is in his vacancy, the proof is in his goosebumps

Maroon the traitors, expecting anchors of edelweiss
Who later learned it may actually be safer to play with knives
I show up late looking project grizzly
Two bowies, a third for throwing, (an accomplished dickweed?)
Nothing, nada, nil, I stuff a lot of pill to gut.
What’s the proper rules on stuffing hostages in trucks?
He’ll be numb enough to chill before the choppers spill the blood
Buf if I’m not?

Fuck it.
Plug him, Warpy got his goddamn groove back
Jet setting on spec with a dead
The eddy on the roof rack
And miscreants will rubberneck jalopy euthanasia
Which will later be regretted when it’s your turn for cremation
And I walk like early man,
Freak a little witch hunt.
Gathering the carnies and exploiting every stigma
The malformed oddities amongst sovereignty’s normal
Shall abuse every vice imaginable right before you
All I thought of was the cloven hooved
And how the clip-clip-clopped over the woven roofs
With a nose for commotion and stolen goods
Now tell me what the fuck am I supposed to do
In the meantime
nine minus one left eight
In the meantime
nine minus one left eight
In the meantime
nine minus one left eight
We were busy putting barbs on a large iron gate

They’re gonna want his milk money next.

Stare into the glowing eye of Cerberus and grow
Forging of laminates will not repel the quarantined alone
(Someone should finish theese!-Zane)

Like:
You ain’t shit. This ain’t ill.
This is little Russian dolls that get smaller and smaller still.
This is a corpus full of pills, trying to sit still and build.
Cause eight planets bullied number nine until he fell.

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