This one is a surgical snippet straight out of the balance reduction unit...
There are those that destroy, and there are those that create, in between are the sheep. Choose carefully.
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Oh, la-la, we can only sing as we change water into wine said the chorus…
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Among the million diamonds scattered in the sky I am but one that looks up.
And for sure, I wasn’t looking for donuts.
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An ambulance with three doctors in it roared past on its way to the surgery to harvest the next round of volunteers.
I ignored it and went the other way, I wasn’t into sugar, and anyway, I was on a diet.
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The world is changing fast, and if we don’t catch up, we will be swept away said the news.
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The next paragraph was a mountain climb over many obstacles:
They have taken many of us, but for sure we keep coming back.
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After the telephone conversation was finished, the operator pulled out the thingy and plugged it into someone else…
Arr, said someone else.
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Divergent and dismissive we were as we floated around. We broke lots of windows. And we never made a sound.
Gunga Din sent his disapproval in the post the very next day about this, and made it seem as if one was out of their mind.
As the wind blew I submitted for my very survival to the momentum that came my way again and again, until I was my own self, but I gave up before time and fell into the heavy dream.
I think I grew up a time later and tripped over myself and became deaf, dumb and blind. And clinging on to my religion with both hands I slid down the slide and heard: go with god but leave your religion behind.
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I was kind of crazy I admit, and being swept away by everything I suppose, like a mushroom on the rum without any way home, and I never thought even once about going back again.
I was the virgin ranger.
I was my own love.
I was the only adventure I could live, one day at a time.
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Photographs lay in ruins about my feet of all the life that had gone where I couldn’t catch the moment more than the memory that came to shore up my dreams that was not as perfect as it seemed.
I can scream.
I can make all the bells of hell ring.
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Do you really want to meet me there, said an awful thought misting in front of me.
We have now come to the end and it is time to be swept away said a familiar voice…
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Down at the balance reduction unit where I was emotionally timed out and drinking tea, the message came: get out of the rabbit hole before it is too late.
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As the next wave came to wash upon the shore of where I was to remind me that there I was, I pulled out the winning hand; and waving it, I rushed away, and in this way I was saved…
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