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skinny heres a dumb poem i just wrote after listening to the flaming lips all day



the house was so warm and the air was so rich and thick
smelles like diapers and spaghetti sauce
from an incense stick

Our blood was red we could tell
In the home made from a tree
eating vegetables ripe and fresh from the sea

Our lifes become so sober
freshness will always fade
and laundry spice cant fill your lungs, not really
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pete i live in.. 040603
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minnesota_chris basement dwellers unite! 040603
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pete *raises his coffee mug in salute* 040603
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silentbob hard to sleep in 040603
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