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Cherry Cream Chronic
Sunday, November 19, 2006
I'm slipping
I'm slipping
Slip sliding
Slippity slidiing
Down the slopes of reality
Into the somber setting
Of their world, their hands
And I'm scared
Of what there I'll find
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A mind
In the hookah bar
Ghosts of flame and fire
While sidling into my seat
Collaboration
We Are All His Prisoners
Thanksgiving Walk
A favored Night
Tenir
Futility of Expression
A little fire to slick the lips
Pourquoi est-ce que tu fumes?
One August Night
Question
Before the Eiffel Tower on the Hour
As wonderful as candy sweet
The world is a cauldron
An Ode to Those Courageous Few
Under the Midnight Moon in Our Own Elysian Fields
When we shuffle off
When
Detox@
I'm slipping
Yes
Haiku
Footsteps in the dark hall
In marijuana heaven
Production
Wherein Art Thou, Christians?
Untitled
Dust is the feeling dry
Moby's Porcelain Our Theme
My eyes are dripping red and fire
Do not let your troubles thrive
A man is a rock against a river
A liar lit his head on fire
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