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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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brought to you by 101010
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through blood-tinted glasses
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Ivory
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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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god
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groucho marx did acid.
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what's it to you?
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