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   alt.dreams.castaneda      The Art of Dreaming by Carlos Castaneda      26,979 messages   

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   LowRider44M to All   
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   23 Jul 22 15:32:42   
   
   From: intraphase@gmail.com   
      
   I WAS NOTHING   
      
   I was nothing   
   She was something   
   What was I gonna do   
      
   I walked along for so long   
   Hating everything in view   
      
   When I passed her house   
   I knew my time was through   
      
   I was nothing   
   She was everything   
   What was I gonna do   
      
   So I plowed the snow   
   An I shoveled the coal   
   Hoping to find the proof   
      
   I saw her with my old friend   
   The loneliness split me in two   
      
   It felt like a two tone Sunday   
   On Main and Fourth Avenue   
      
   I knew her as a small child   
   I knew her as a girl so young   
   I knew the sullen teenager   
   Enough to get me hung   
      
   She had mercy, Oh mercy   
   On my rough and rowdy ways   
   Gave me soup and a crust of bread   
   Trapped in the flashing colors haze   
      
   The road is built   
   For many a long mile   
   Let the tolltaker worry   
   About who frowns and who smiles   
      
   Old dogs   
   Can learn new tricks   
   I surrendured to her   
   This is the proof of it   
      
   []   
      
   I HATED NOTHING   
      
   I hated nothing   
   I wanted nothing   
   I looked for nothing   
   I slowly became nothing   
      
   In the darkness   
   A lighthouse appears   
   All agony and misery   
   Disappear   
   To be without burdens   
   To rest without fear   
      
   []   
      
   METAL LOVE SEAT   
      
   A shy boy / A tom boy   
   Sit on a metal bench   
   He tries to kiss her   
   She touches him instead   
      
   Behind a small tree sighs   
   It's now ime to move again   
   Bundled up with friendly earth   
   The trucks move it to the end   
      
   Across the street   
   A building catches fire   
   No blaze consumes it   
   But a lonely dog does die   
      
   Fire Marshalls   
   Duly confer   
   Was it the boy   
   Or was it her   
   His lawyer appears   
   With a shipwright   
   Move along gentleman   
   Time is getting tight   
      
   Everybody sighs a frown   
   Packs their bags an friends   
   The bridges are all open   
   Ships are sailing spinakers   
   The clocks reset to ten   
   Lighthouse 2085 a siren   
   In search of truth's friends   
      
   []   
      
   DOTTY'S SAUSAGE FACTORY   
      
   A bird killed a hunting dog   
   All the roosters gathered round   
   They stared at the pheonix   
   You could not hear a sound   
      
   Rufus McDufus stood in shock   
   The dog, the dog, the dog died   
   Died   
   DIED   
   DIED   
   The DOG done DIED   
      
   The pheonix death stared   
   Rufus held his ground   
   The roosters were wagering   
   Will the who becoming down   
      
   A huge orange crane   
   Landed next to a pink house   
   For widows watch painting   
   Eight windows for a mouse   
      
   The roosters called a truce   
   Mice were allowed to play   
   A trillion trillion accountants   
   Couldn't track big money day   
      
   Chorus   
   Why do the old....... fail to see   
   The young are here... to journey   
   Only the blind are forgetting   
   The young are the new journey   
      
   The boy summoned Moses   
   He loved her forty years   
   The old man surrendered   
   His golden staff broke into tears   
      
   A horse of many colors   
   Carried the Wizard's sin   
   He still wants his old balloon   
   That carried gentle dotty in   
      
   Shakespeare eyes eagerly spy   
   For a denoument to cascade   
   Searching every avalanche   
   Guessing each pebbles age   
      
   The matador waves her red cape   
   A bull won't budge mouth agape   
   Suddenly everyone now knows   
   Mr. Eight is Uncle Samantha's "No!"   
      
   A boy unmasked he screams   
   Children are the sacred futures   
   Get the **** outta this dream   
   Shakespeare loves it all now   
   Retires his madman's money pit   
   Decides he should go straight   
   So his pointed shoes still fit   
      
   A lot of sausages got made   
   Thousands of sauce recipes too   
   The pheonix lit her many lights   
   Rufus McDufus made dog stew   
   A grotesque cacophony you say?   
   Try cooking that much in one day   
      
   Bill says "Alls well that ends well"   
   The rivers are now pure winter snow   
   Oz says "That crazy kid from Kansas"   
   "Sure gave their all the bloody hell   
   Rufus says; "I have lots more dogs"   
   "My diamonds going to buy a hog"   
   The boy grimaces shaking his head   
   "You fellas rolled me like a log"   
   The roosters crowed braggadocio   
   "Thank God we don't have to lay eggs"   
   A tomboy viking queen smiled demur   
   "First time I saw a boa vomit a cowboy"   
   "Let's hope his soul now feels pure"   
   "He got throwed by so many horse."   
   "He said he was just old cow manure."   
   Dotty opened her new polka dot dress   
   Gushed so much the boy ran for his life   
   "Well if that don't beat all, say goodnight"   
      
   --- SoupGate-Win32 v1.05   
    * Origin: you cannot sedate... all the things you hate (1:229/2)   

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