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Jeepgun
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Inspired by a combination of cluster headaches and dreams dreamed while in cycle...
Womb Moon
Caffeinecrash nicotinesick dawn
Worn boots hurting my soul
Walking all night striding to no destination
Gray pigeons on the gray square gray sky gray rain gray brain
Just wanna open a trapdoor into the soundless surface of
The womb moon and sleepdrink cool darkness for a millenium
Brothel dining room stew tastes like
smokesweat flatbeer and warm as I watch
the deadred sunrise with redeyes while
Madam Kali's stale cigar assaults my nose and
she cacklewhispers endless tales about people I've never met.
Rub my tired face with tired hands and watch tired trash
blowing by the grimy window in the hollow
wind through my hollow skin
Just wanna open a trapdoor into the soundless surface of
The womb moon and sleepdrink cool darkness for a millenium
-Frank H. Weeden
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Luke63
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Re: Womb Moon
« Reply #1 on: Jul 20th, 2004, 12:21pm » |
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Nice Frank!!!
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I think we should all get together and do a movie..."Night of The Clusterheads". George Romero would have nothing on us!!!
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Re: Womb Moon
« Reply #2 on: Jul 20th, 2004, 12:24pm » |
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WOW.
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In the land of the dark the Ship of the Sun is driven by the Grateful Dead. -- Egyptian Book of the Dead
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Re: Womb Moon
« Reply #3 on: Jul 20th, 2004, 12:41pm » |
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Beautiful, Frank. I am without words.
pd
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Jeepgun
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Thanks, everyone... 
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