why we can't fly If humans could flywhy we can't fly by ~Miatchy
And birds could swim
Then sharks would rise
And worship him
The devil he takes
Many forms
Of man and beast
And things with horns
So when you wish to
Fly and see
The world and all
That you could be
Remember bout the sharks
And things
Cos in your mind a bell
Will ring
question mark you arequestion mark by ~Miatchy
the faith
you’re everything we ever made
you jumped
the gun
this battle’s far from won
you strolled
right in
gave new meaning to the sinner’s sin
you broke
the rules
but now the joke is back on you
2 blocks on nonsense Today I'm after a certain DVD2 blocks on nonsense by ~Miatchy
Just wondering, could you burn it for me?
I can't really pay you all that handsomely
That's perfectly fine, I scarcely ask a fee
Just two blocks of choc-late and couple of fags
And a big juicy bone for my dog, his name's Wags
I'll just jump on limewire have it out in a flash
That sounds to me like it's really worth some cash
I don't quite know why, but if you insist to pay
I'll take cash, credit or visa today
Gary is different gary was a boy, a special little boyGary is different by ~Miatchy
but everybody judged him,
said he should be 'normal'
he didnt really like it
so he did his own thing
gary was a boy, a different little boy
he listened to strange music
and wore funny clothes
the other little boys thought he was strange
and called him funny names
gary was a boy, a sad little boy,
always getting picked on
he felt kinda low
but then he met josie
and she kinda made it better
josie was a girl, a very different girl
she wore strange clothes
and listened to different music
but she didnt care
when everybody judged her
gary was a boy, and josie was a girl
they were different
Degrees Warped By Fragments Degrees Do Worse Warped By FragmentsDegrees Warped By Fragments by ~darkmoon1987
I.
I sit among a contingent of fresh-faced athletes doing mostly
Nothing,
Reading a book on the crosses of cosmogony when I feel a hand
Tapping
On my shoulder. I turn around like a toddler's wind-up toy and
Find
No face to match the arm suspended in space by something unseen
II.
Faces of clocks abound on every wall I sit across from, next to or
Near;
It makes no sense to me. Half an hour will pass before I have slept
Enough
Hours, and yet exhaustion always accompanies me, even during the
Brief
Rush of excitement I feel when the clocks cease ticking.
III.
Library books are beginning to pil
) justi, em and co. weds. nice to catch up with everyone. 
Jolly 
Sta.sh
