For Better Or For WorseFigures the last journal would be from christmas of 2007. the year inbetween was rather uneventful and the entry just really needed to be changed. just like most of the people.
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Curves of LifeStepping forward in a place you've never been Taking roads you've never traveled. There's no stopping, just breath it inCurves of Life
Yet those photos burn in your wallet The way back on your shoulders A place you were always willing to go to Now you find there is no easy fit
Tried to weld the past to your hips Didn't hurt for more than a minute Didn't work for more than a second And now you are left with metal melted in your skin
by ~KnightSaberRage
Motorized RythemDrawing inside these lines Your still using that pen father gave you Soaking your pastal mind into the canvasMotorized Rythem
Your still using a paint brush
Soft smiles in the cobwebs of our brains Six legged ghosts scurry amongts the metal gears Signitures upon programmed thoughts Mans enginered seed
Children who ask Whats the next impliment what colors are left to find How do we draw outside the lines
Robotic limitations Can't be set free From ourselves Baterries charged from death to death We'll live forever In robotic imitation &nbs
by ~KnightSaberRage
Rabbid Easter SyndromeHip-pity Hop-pity .... Hip-pity Hop... The rabbit drug its tattered form up the old cherry wood clockRabbid Easter Syndrome
Hip-pity hop-pity doc The mice gathered round the clock The cluck chimed One The carcass fell down hip-pity Hop-pity doc
Hip-pity hop-pity Doc The Easter Bunny's' as dead as it gets The clock chimed two Now the mice chant and draw their sticks hip-pity hop-pity Doc
Hip-pity Hop-pity Doc Just remember one little thing The mice will say "cook the meat and serve it with eggs" So Hip-pity Hop-pity Doc
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by ~KnightSaberRage
The MundaneSo far there hasn't been a single stop yet to let the passengers off. We've passed the same buildings, driven the same roads, the only thing that ever changed was maybe the seating arrangement even then that to eventual becomes nothing more the repetition We've been aboard long enough to smell the pleasant sent of middle aged dust its settles upon the seats and clings helplessly to the window it becomes a strong foundation yet there are no cob webs its still enjoyable its still what we want timeless maybe and then the bus stopped or maybe it was an accident someoneThe Mundane
by ~KnightSaberRage
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