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just around five o'clock
the cars are screaming around the block
the boy is scared and looking around
and screaming a little bit anxious
i think he's searching for his mother

what did you find on the white van?

facing this prospect i set out for todays
over introspection i feast upon decay
around me is miss fortune, my avenue, our spades
digging all the so-called diggers digging his own grave
permit me, mr. indecision, watch his machine cave
end up on itself and watch one debit i win and mince our way
the seats are best from over there out beyond the shade
my diggers in their dirty coats their attitude of spays
passing the inspection now
now this is every day
special forces special boots
the stomper comes to pay
fancy men so oversuited for the final days
keep the prince in timely chintz
ring out the barren child at bay
christen me disaster, at least thats what i say
into which the thing determines which way she decays
keeping loads of sunshine i love the job i play
digging out this whole shitty world
digging it today

white world

captain, what else did you find?
not all i'll find

feeling negation
my vindication
to know nothing exists
opens up and water lift
fortunes of my emptiness
silly putty open door
looking up to take it out
settle in and catch a show
residuation
yell indication
feels like a clock i ate
ticking in this toxic state
ready for an occupant
suck it up to sniff the bait
sniffing out the weakest link
rising from the righteous stink
see stimulations speak
to take a piece of me
over towards the light
pull the chain we're burning bright
in a fall to break the rope
firmly placed around my throat
inching worm of sand becomes
a slipping through my finger burn
aesop seclusion
my old intrusion
upon my waking state
each of us must face their fate
crawling wicked crawl some more
broken body gray on floor
pulling through the face of love
pushing back to push some more


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    General CommentWHITEVAN
    facing this prospect i settle for today's over-introspection
    i feast upon decay
    around me is misfortune my avenue of spades
    digging all the so-called diggers digging his own grave
    meet me, mr. indecision
    watch his machine cave in upon itself then wash wash dinner time then the rinse away

    the scenes are best from over there out beyond the shade
    my diggers in their dirty coats
    the attitude of spades

    passing the inspection, no, now this is everyday
    special forces special boots to stomp or comes to play
    fancy men so over-suited for the final days
    keep the prints in timely tense
    wring out the bearing child at bay

    christen me disaster
    at least that's what i say
    into which the thing determines which rate he decays
    keeping loads of sunshine i love with the job i play
    digging out this whole shitty world digging it today

    white world

    need indication my vindication
    to know nothing exists opens all to "what" & "if"
    portions of my emptiness sitting by the open door
    looking up to take it out settle in to catch the show

    read situation dead indication
    feels like a clock i ate ticking in this toxic state
    ready for an occupant
    suck it up to sniff the paint
    sniffing up the weakest link rising from the righteous stink

    see simulation speak to take a piece of me
    held by 2 walls of life
    hope and shame we're burning bright
    in the palm to brace the rope
    firmly placed around my throat
    inching worm upstanding comes and slipping through my finger burns

    in such seclusion my own intrusion
    upon my waking state each of us must face their fates
    crawling wicked crawl some more
    broken body crayon floor
    pulling through to face the flaw pushing back you push some more
    heltir1723on July 07, 2011   Link
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    General CommentTHAT is the worst transcription I have ever seen in my LIFE.
    heltir1723on July 07, 2011   Link
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    General Commentand, oh, yeah. the subject is shadow government.
    heltir1723on July 08, 2011   Link
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    General CommentColor blind? See the world in black and white... Spread butter on that clock like in that one story or is it movie, not sure. But time moves so fast when your clock is gone because you ate it. Only going back in time could make the time slow down. You're like those guys in every movie, eating doughnuts in a white van parked inconspicuously on the street. And you're eating those doughnuts with headphones on listening in, listening for important info. Just listening in the van for hours on end. Inspection, doesn't pass the smell test (flaw). Need a close pin for the nose... OR HAHA it shouldn't smell so bad.
    DrGarlicon August 16, 2011   Link

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