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Jul 06, 2009
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there's a ghost in the machine and it's not me
1.
there's a ghost in the machine and it's not me
you need a vacation away from yourself
yeah, you're right, but wtf could i go
that isn't me?
i bought a new program,
i upgraded, i installed all the necessary
virus protection
i downloaded this that and the other
and i'm still sick of myself.
but hey, it's relatively early even
if it's later than i think, i have a whole
lifetime to change my mind
Ground Control to Major Tom
and relinquish control
Commencing countdown engines on
Five... Four…Three... Two… One…
now shut the fuck up
quit feeling sorry for yourself
earth girls are easy,
haven't you heard?
2.
she's watching me
with those hawk eyes dangling
from her toes
the night is triumphant
and i'm a bit of a sore loser
emptying my drawers of pilfered
dreams i thought were mine,
it wasn't that i hadn't cut myself
bleeding and broken with the thought of you,
really and truly
i should hold a seance
invite the ducks, the orchids in the sky
these ghosts of you
that won't let me go
if only i could grow lemon grass
and share a cup of tea.
there's a ghost in the machine and it's not me
you need a vacation away from yourself
yeah, you're right, but wtf could i go
that isn't me?
i bought a new program,
i upgraded, i installed all the necessary
virus protection
i downloaded this that and the other
and i'm still sick of myself.
but hey, it's relatively early even
if it's later than i think, i have a whole
lifetime to change my mind
Ground Control to Major Tom
and relinquish control
Commencing countdown engines on
Five... Four…Three... Two… One…
now shut the fuck up
quit feeling sorry for yourself
earth girls are easy,
haven't you heard?
2.
she's watching me
with those hawk eyes dangling
from her toes
the night is triumphant
and i'm a bit of a sore loser
emptying my drawers of pilfered
dreams i thought were mine,
it wasn't that i hadn't cut myself
bleeding and broken with the thought of you,
really and truly
i should hold a seance
invite the ducks, the orchids in the sky
these ghosts of you
that won't let me go
if only i could grow lemon grass
and share a cup of tea.
— Kailashana, Jul 06, 2009
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Critiques
Ink Dragon
16 years 11 months ago
Anna,
Kailashana
16 years 11 months ago
me.. too, lady of the
Ink Dragon
16 years 11 months ago
By the pricking of my thumbs
bjp
16 years 11 months ago
Dear Anna,
Kailashana
16 years 10 months ago
Jeeze Brian, I can’t
Kailashana
16 years 10 months ago
The point is, we all have