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I'd like to meet:

1.a NICE girl!... sumbody who thinks "outside the box" n is not afraid be open and spontaneous_2. Wealthy Divorcees with the propensity to undergo a mid-life crisis_3. Musicians, Artists, Photographers, "Thinkers", "Do-ers", anyone with a working brain_4. Anyone n everyone except for some people_When you were young you were the king of carrot flowers and how you built a tower tumbling through the trees in holy rattlesnakes that fell all around your feet and your mom would stick a fork right into daddy's shoulder and dad would throw the garbage all across the floor as we would lay and learn what each other's bodies were for and this is the room one afternoon I knew I could love you and from above you how I sank into your soul into that secret place where no one dares to go and your mom would drink until she was no longer speaking and dad would dream of all the different ways to die each one a little more than he could dare to try And on the lazy days the dogs dissolve and drain away the world it goes and all awaits the day we are awaiting up and over we go through the wave and undertow I will float until I learn how to swim inside my mother in a garbage bin until I find myself again up and over we go mouths open wide and spitting still and I will spit until I learn how to speak up thru the doorway as the sideboards creek with them ever proclaiming me ohhhhhhhhhhhh the weight it sits on down and I don't know I will shout until they know what I mean the marriage of a dead dog sing and a synthetic flying machine ohhhhhhhhhhhh What a beautiful face I have found in this place that is circling all round the sun what a beautiful dream that could flash on the screen in a blink of an eye and be gone from me soft and sweet let me hold it close and keep it here with me and one day we will die and our ashes will fly from the aeroplane over the sea but for now we are young let us lay in the sun and count every beautiful thing we can see love to be in the arms of all I'm keeping here with me what a curious life we have found here tonight there is music that sounds from the street there are lights in the clouds anna's ghost all around hear her voice as it's rolling and ringing through me soft and sweet how the notes all bend and reach above the trees now how I remember you how I would push my fingers through your mouth to make those muscles move that made your voice so smooth and sweet and now we keep where we don't know all secrets sleep in winter clothes with one you loved so long ago now he don't even know his name and when we meet on a cloud I'll be laughing out loud I'll be laughing with everyone I see can't believe how strange it is to be anything at all Two-headed boy all floating in glass the sun it has passed now it's blacker than black I can hear as you tap on your jar I am listening to hear where you are I am listening to hear where you are two-headed boy put on sunday shoes and dance round the room to accordion keys with the needle that sings in your heart catching signals that sound in the dark and we will take off our clothes and they'll be placing fingers around the notches in your spine and when all is breaking everything that you could keep inside now your eyes aint moving they just lay there in their calm two-headed boy with pulleys and weights creating a radio played just for two in the parlor with a moon across her face and through the music he sweetly displays silver speakers that sparkle all day made for his lover who's floating and choking with her hands across her face two-headed boy there is no reason to grieve the world that you need is wrapped in gold silver sleeves left beneath christmas trees in the snow and I will take you and leave you alone watching spirals of white softly flow over your eyelids and all you did will wait until the point when you let go The only girl I've ever loved was born with roses in her eyes but then they buried her alive one evening 1945 with just her sister at her side and only weeks before the guns all came and rained on everyone now she's a little boy in spain playing pianos filled with flames on empty rings around the sun all sing to say my dream has come but now we must pack up every piece of the life we used to love just to keep ourselves at least enough to carry on and now we ride the circus wheel with your dark brother wrapped in white says it was good to be alive but now he rides a comet's flame and won't be coming back again the earth looks better from a star that's right above from where you are he didn't mean to make you cry with sparks that ring and bullets fly on empty rings around your heart the world just screams and falls apart and here's where your mother sleeps and here is the room where your brothers were born indentions in the sheets where their bodies once moved but don't move anymore and it's so sad to see the world agree that they'd rather see their faces fill with flies all when I'd want to keep white roses in their eyes Sweet communist, the communist daughter standing on the sea-weed water semen stains the mountain tops with coca leaves along the border sweetness sings from every corner cars careening from the clouds the bridges burst and twist around and wanting something warm and moving bends towards herself the soothing proves that she must still exist she moves herself about her fist sweet communist, the communist daughter standing on the sea-weed water semen stains the mountain tops Oh comely I will be with you when you lose your breath chasing the only meaningful memory you thought you had left with some pretty bright and bubbly terrible scene that was doing her thing on your chest but oh comely it isn't as pretty as you'd like to guess in your memory you're drunk on your awe to me it doesn't mean anything at all oh comely all of your friends are all letting you blow bristling and ugly bursting with fruits falling out from the holes of some pretty bright and bubbly friend you could need to say comforting things in your ear but oh comely there isn't such one friend that you could find here standing next to me he's only my enemy I’ll crush him with everything I own say what you want to say hang for your hollow ways moving your mouth to pull out all your miracles aimed for me your father made fetuses with flesh licking ladies while you and your mother were asleep in the trailer park thunderous sparks from the dark of the stadiums the music and medicine you needed for comforting so make all your fat fleshy fingers to moving and pluck all your silly strings and bend all your notes for me soft silly music is meaningful magical the movements were beautiful all in your ovaries all of them milking with green fleshy flowers while powerful pistons were sugary sweet machines smelling of semen all under the garden was all you were needing when you still believed in me say what you want to say hang for your hollow ways moving your mouth to pull out all your miracles aimed for me and I know they buried her body with others her sister and mother and 500 families and will she remember me 50 years later I wished I could save her in some sort of time machine know all your enemies we know who our enemies are goldaline my dear we will fold and freeze together far away from here there is sun and spring and green forever but now we move to feel for ourselves inside some stranger's stomach place your body here let your skin begin to blend itself with mine Ghost, ghost I know you live within me feel as you fly in thunderclouds above the city into one that I loved with all that was left within me until we tore in two now wings and rings and there's so many waiting here for you and she was born in a bottle rocket, 1929 with wings that ring around a socket right between her spine all drenched in milk and holy water pouring from the sky I know that she will live for ever she won't ever die and she goes and now she knows she'll never be afraid to watch the morning paper blow into a hole where no one can escape and one day in New York City baby a girl fell from the sky from the top of a burning apartment building fourteen stories high and when her spirit left her body how it split the sun I know that she will live for ever all goes on and on and on Daddy please hear this song that I sing in your heart there's a spark that just screams for a lover to bring a child to your chest that could lay as you sleep and love all you have left like your boy used to be long ago wrapped in sheets warm and wet blister please with those wings in your spine love to be with a brother of mine how he'd love to find your tongue in his teeth in a struggle to find secret songs that you keep wrapped in boxes so tight, sounding only at night as you sleep and in my dreams you're alive and you're crying as your mouth moves in mine soft and sweet rings of flowers round your eyes and I love you for the rest of your life when you're ready brother see we are one in the same and you left with your head filled with flames and you watched as your brains fell out through your teeth push the pieces in place make your smile sweet to see don't you take this away I'm still wanting my face on your cheek and when we break we'll wait for our miracle god is a place where some holy spectacle lies and when we break we'll wait for our miracle god is a place you will wait for the rest of your life two-headed boy she is all you could need. she will feed you tomatoes and radio wires and retire to sheets safe and clean but don't hate her when she gets up to leave
Your Personality Is Like Ecstasy
You're usually feeling the love for the world around you - you want to hug everyone.
And while you're usually content to sit back and view the world with wonder...
Sometimes you're world becomes very overwhelming and a little scary. What Drug Is Your Personality Like?