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I see you, G, you’re him you were her I saw your double nearly spit on me i see you, G Three of you – the freaks are always around to say theyre “the domme” I saw her setting you up I saw you i saw so much, Love And saved us

I thought i saw you go passed probably some beautiful girl or other I thought she looked too thin, but youre extremely thin, now Was that you in a car with a guy, its so hard to tell today Did i see you G, in the traffic? If i could look in your eyes again!…

Can you imagine how bad it is? Youre in love with a woman, but arent with her, which is hard enough to deal with If thats not bad enough, thru no fault of your own, some guy decides he wants to get famous off you So hes stalking you everywhere you go If thats still…

I look at you As i wait for you As life goes on And time returns And im alone again As sure as a child knows What people say is what they are The truth is i saw Fate You were standing inside the sun Still And i wished for you

Im a rainbow Hundreds of thousands Of emotions inside me But your eyes of camouflage Assured me Asked my favourite food You ordered and someone Got them for you Queen of my memory Im in bed alone Livewire Surging without rule Im struggling lately, G I need you to assure me You need me, too

“Call me the Gypsy Woman: I travel through dreams.” “Since the Beginning.” ”Dreaming is my home.””A usual dream is either full of anguish or wishful thinking.” “The dreamscape has changed recently: I see a lot more zombies, ruined land.” “This is becoming dangerous.” “The old landscape was industrial, many flying dreams.” “Before that they just…

Here’s just a short story I thought would be good illustrated: The Creation of DeathAnna sits on the floor, patting a white tiger statue that lays beside her. Henry paces beside the desk. It is a large room, with a bright window, old furniture. Henry says “Shit!” while pulling his hair. “Damn it!.” “What now?”he…

He walked along the beach. He came to a shiny object. As he picked it up, it was round and smooth in his hand. He opened the round, metallic box. Inside was a perfectly designed watch, like a sundial. Perhaps some other race had flung it here; superior and wealthy. Perhaps it was super smart…

I had come so far. The blackness trailed off into the night as the taxi left. I sat there, storming inside. I came to a gate: on the gate were a thousand faces: black, white, bearded, with goatees, women with lipstick, big noses, some kind, some suffering. One of the faces said“Gee, there’s a lot…

Its like a dj strumming the rudra veena, is plucking words, so much happening, music wordless in words, she plays our love story, in Reminds me of robert johnson his voice and guitar blues bar, his depth of emotion, his voodoo struck like an orchestra And bjork, doesnt need a band, she can sing as…