I lunge for It. My hand smashes against the glass face, and the hated machine rockets across the room.

| hear a smash, and an electric pain rends my chest in two. But beneath it all, I feel a growing peace and

calm.

HEIDI, I’M COMING! Lost ;

And now your vacant eyes,

Are stabbing out like knives. A hole in you disguise,

The truth beneath the lies.

Underneath the happy lies, The truth's getting out Too afraid to let it go, The blanket if you fail. It's easier to play Another hopeless soul.

Now grabbing at your feet

It slowly pulls you sown Biting with dark teeth Deppression holds you tight And if you think about the gun Then evil only laughs.

You alone are one, But really only half.

So long, but not good-bye me's to the stars I fly To re-enter the dream-sea Quiddity.

| Timmy Hoffa Fund

What? You want to challenge me? . We engage in battle

You darken my eye

| My hands are red with your blood

| In with the water pipes

| Underneath Busch Stadium

| By Chris

The Apartment

The idea of living in an apartment Full of bottles with crippled Cigarettes releasing their cancer Of hunting down and killing

The hornets who wish to invade

Of water in glasses not fit

to drink out of

6 day old PIZZA

Playing tonite thousands of maggots Here lies the garbage awaiting

For more of its family to join

The idea makes me wanna...

By Chris

Dawn.

and the rising sun like a ball of fire warms my body

and takes me higher

raising my spirits arousing myself yearning to come near it and touch your majesty Dawn.

S. ( AVDENF—p ction RY—

me @| |

; OCO Motiv H. CRAPPEWE |

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