Halt.
Stop.
So no
More
Poetry.
Stop
Life.
Gotta
Crisis,
so Pray.
Gotta
Crisis.
Send in
Troops'n
Billions.
Halt Everything
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Re: Halt Everything
and then
bring in the poets
bring in the poets
Re: Halt Everything
I like the slow down (if it doesn't kill us),
and time clocks getting fucked with a bit,
in "real" time, gotta confess.
Wage slaves will get time off.
Wage slaves might not get paid.
Meanwhile all these rumors persist.
and time clocks getting fucked with a bit,
in "real" time, gotta confess.
Wage slaves will get time off.
Wage slaves might not get paid.
Meanwhile all these rumors persist.
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Re: Halt Everything
Don’t get too hungry angry lonely or tired
It would seem that is all that is required
Money like paper in a ghost town wind
Trying to revive the corpse of America
Nothing to anyone
No pulse
No heartbeat
America is dead
Her eyes rolling into the back of her head
It would seem that is all that is required
Money like paper in a ghost town wind
Trying to revive the corpse of America
Nothing to anyone
No pulse
No heartbeat
America is dead
Her eyes rolling into the back of her head
reason is over rated, as is logic and common sense-i much prefer the passions of a crazy old woman, cats and dogs and jungle foliage- tropic rain-and a defined sense of who brings the stars up at night and the sun up in the morning---
Re: Halt Everything
This might be what paralysis feels like.
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