Write To This Picture (V)

i know this may not be that interesting..but its something to think about.....

Ok I'll Start This Off...All My Other Pieces Have Been Long So New Style For This

One Body But Many Personalities..
One Body But How Many Originalities?..
One Mind But So Many Different Actions..
One Mind But So Many Lustful Attractions..

What We Show On The Outside Is Different To The Inside..
What We Feel On The Inside Is Different To What We Show On The Outside..
What We Wear Reflects The Kind Of Person We Are..
What We Wear Also Determines Our Career And Will We Go Far..

Our Head Full Of Wisdom And Wishful Thinking..
Our Head Full Of Hate And Hate Plans Making..
Our Head Full Of The Desire To Be Loved..
Our Head Full Of The Longiny To Be Unplugged..

Our Body Comes In Many Shapes And Sizes..
Our Body Can Be Touched And Played With..
Our Body Can Produce Gestures The Mouth Cant..
Our Body Can Make The Moves Our Mind Wont..

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Along My Path Of Supposively
Yellow Bricks Considered
My Life Ive Been Through
Many Phases Saw Many Faces
With Many Drank And Blazed With
Fealt Pain And The Strife
So Many Dimentions Coicncide
Throughout A Short Lived Existance
Days Of Feeling Deaths Around The
Corner With His Shopping Listings
To Feelin So High In Many Aspects
Its All Legitament From A Trinity To
Your Split Persona Alter Ego
Sometimes You Wish You Were Different
When The Worlds Stuck On Absolute Zero
Lost In The Fog Walking Through The Rain
Watched By All Life Rearranged No More Pain

This Is Hard To Work With Shiznit
But Ima Stop Right Here

offered up in body harvests.
torn apart and left in sections left for weeks unbothered.
brought together
conform and perservear this wheather
brain fuck enima
watch it on tour till november.
feel non too much for now I think there for i am has just ran and dashed for the nearsest feet of excellence. as I
SHIMMY,
SHUFFLE,
HOP,
SLIDE,
RIDDLE
my way across this stage I feind for your ExCePtaNcE.
you want my parts in metophores or or physicle persuasion.
I'll confront and and front some weed sit back and watch tv.
for that is all that god gave us.

huh, that was fun.

He weeps...


Build me the perfect woman the animator once said/
With the spirit of a rebal and defiance on her head/
An isolated intellec, looking deeper into every spec/
Anger dialated w/no regrets, shrouded in doubt in all respects/

!/3 of her through the animator gazed...His dream almost true...

Soft velvetly broonze skin, warm to the touch, and as intoxicating as Gin/
House her a heart, bare skin made of sin, lovely indeed "Animator" said w/a grin/
Drape her in braided lok's of radiant hair, no need for clothing, and a reason to stare/
Involved with his work, the Animator's despair, lost in her curves yet emotionaly bare.../

2/3's of her finished, the animators illness has completey diminished...

A solid foundation, built for gyration such a splendid creation, a total elation/
Firm, taut and cat like when she walks, perfection disgned beyond human correction/
Magnificense in metalic significanse, Displaying ASSets in FULL apperance/
A natural aliance and lustfull adherance, man unto woman, as life unto experience, the animators only ignorance.../

Now complete...the animator sit's there and weeps....

~Reminder~

In the life that we "build" nothing is for "KEEPS"....

He weeps....

we all are one.
one race.
one sex.
one age.
we all blend together.
your face.
their necks.
my rage.
a cluster of people to show one nation of man
to express peace and unity, the way no one can
he is her and she is he,
we are them and they are we
not fighting or complaining, no war, we are free
and now more than ever, its the way it should be
internation peace,
wars decease
a land where we like fighting least
rockers with rappers
punks with preps
no one caring about their stupid reps
but this world you see doesnt fit
they all fall apart bit by bit
layer by layer
til they are gone
and your left with no memory
but this song.

All different, yet all the same
Could all be one, racism is to blame
Speaking from another native tongue
Yet all breathing from the same type of lung
Wars caused by different religion and beliefs
A complete relief, when we all get along to end this grief
Everyone is unique, from Catholic to Sikh
All should be free to speak
Dress and eat in all different ways
No matter what, everyone will receive the suns rays
Different personalities, All different nationalities
All functioning the same, no need for fatalities

WHAT'S REAL?
you demand an answer
but the question's flaws leave it geared to everywhere but honest paths
I'LL NEVER KNOW!
spending lifetimes looking
when youved passed it by
in a truckstop outside of Pennslyvania
the pumps flowed with generic gasoline
next door to a post office where stamps are complementary
the clerk greeted you with a smile
but your back was turned
you couldn't of cared less
the customers always right
our customs will never suffice
THERES GOT TO BE SOMETHING MORE!
moving away from home
in search for yourself
but only grew further apart
say life imitates art
for intellectual brownie points
your in the lead
but no ones taking score
I SAID NO CHEESE ON MY CHEESEBURGER!
it's so hard to find good help
these days
all the faces look the same
endlessing trekking
scoping out a scape goat
an idol of blame
WHY DID SHE DO THIS TO ME?
i hate every single
memory we share
mental photographs
are much harder to rip
with a weak will

a ghetto booty, yet punk rocks like a band/
its back is turned...what's it doin with it's hand?/

It wears electical tape for a shirt, sheeps wool for his chest/
short shorts for da playaz, who aint lookin for breasts.../

Its Black and its white, with a pinch of brown and grey.../
But meh id hit it, im horny today!/

Subordinate.....crossways....pathways.
disordinance...many ways.....split ways.
Dissarry......dismay....Reversed play's.
Stirring up a storm in ashtray's with a spoon.
with a segment of elegance and soliquence.
Spread it, its dirty full of infactuence.
Yet.....wholly calling and willingly crossed.
Yet.....Departed in separated Frost.
Misty and shorded but ever so clear..
a mis-used youth scarred, halted by beauty.
And then with vivisection is stopped by Lust.
Thrust of segments, left of faculty........
Right of sin, and left in soliquay.....

Good job to everyone that posted to this. We will go over them and post up the top 3 soon. LETS GET MORE TURN OUT FOR THE NEXT PICTURE!