As the Dust Clears, I See No Sign Painted Red

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By lost the lonely dead

kinda goofy really but whatever It was a reality show that begged for a surreal ending my staged storybook ending went missing though and so I shall tell you of what you wish to hear the boring way that day at first would appear Once upon an ordinary day in a nobody’s life he went to school to face the toil and strife and he had traveled many miles for a meal but his angel sure did give him a raw deal the eyes they seemed slammed wide open though I do believe, something in his head was broken and it twas that thing which shut poor josh down and when he was at last then found His ship having braved the stones hurled its way Took out a stop sign and that was the end of his day

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November 15, 2006 16:47Loneliness is condescending

i miss that stop sign he was my love

November 16, 2006 06:44lost the lonely dead

yeah ill have to get you another one