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6. The World Looks Red   [Thurston]   Push it away   The world looks red   People with fish eyes   The ground sucks   Walk on my fingertips   Displacing the fog   The weight of my body   is too mush to bear   The memory drained   the life from the dull   An ocean of insects   worked like a sheet   the immovable fact   Buried my mind   in a horse-hair coat   in a pile   on the floor     Push it away   The world looks red   People with fish eyes   The ground sucks   Walk on my fingertips   Displacing the fog   The weight of my body   Is too much to bear   The memory drained   The life from the doll   The ocean of insects   Moved like a sheet   The immovable fact   Buried my mind   In a horsehair coat   In a pile   On the floor 
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through blood-tinted glasses 
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when seen through eyes that hate. ...or so I have been told. Why is the color red always associated with hate, death, and destruction? It is such a stereotypical idea.     To me, the world looks red in fits of strong passion. When I am looking down on or above me at the face of my partner, and the moment is so intense, so silent, so hot, that is when I see red.     When I think of Chris, and other veritable spellings of the same pronunciation, and close my eyes to imagine, that is when my world turns red. 
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god every other tuesday
 
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well oh, baby   my hairs on end about you... 
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groucho marx did acid. 
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what's it to you? 
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