toking
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balance by toking
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Feb 11 12:08 UTC 1999 |
"balance"
how many times will you ask
and how many times will I laugh
and lie with a smile
saying how it's going fine
everything's all right
how many times will you ask
and expect some other answer
than a sly little smile
that says I can't say what's wrong
`cause I just don't know
The first time I let go
I went plummeting,
crashing,
falling into the ground,
and after I hit bottom,
and after I'd broken
into so many jaded bleeding pieces
I promised that once I got a hold
I'd never let go again.
Time and time and time and time
again I forgot my little words,
my little deceptions,
and it was always the same.
First the slight,
slick pall of salty sweat,
the the exquisite
almost sensual terror
when I realized
I was on my way to falling again...
then that
final
horrifying
second,
split into broken shards of crystaline time
as my fingers finally lost their grip
and I hung motionless,
suspended beyond time or space
or anything Newton or Einstein
ever had wet dreams about.
In the end it was always the same...
that's the way ends go...
the super fast
free-fall
power dive
at 40,000 miles-per-hour
straight into the ground.
WHAM!
that's the way ends go.
Now here I am again,
suspended,
motionless,
well beyond my wildest dreams,
contained in clear air,
but I"m not falling this time.
When everything you know
is hanging
or falling,
it takes some time
getting used to staying put.
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lumen
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Feb 12 19:53 UTC 1999 |
This is really different..I can't describe it. It's still lyrical, but
it has a different feel to it. I'd say you're expanding your style,
Joe, and if that's so, my hat is tipped to you. Well done.
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