FREEHAND STUFF

Written on Dec10 2005

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It feels so numb
Cold eskimo thumb
It feels so numb
Like a ring
she looks through her hands
show me something in the sky
baby grabbing high
cloaked angel on the run

Crap, dribble, babbling numb fingers seek to find justice in time. stabbing gently on the keys, piecing together a new frontier to
explore. Imagine that, consequences without the permanence. Kinda like a retake, only it feels like a rewind. How does that happen,
suspended in a piece of blankness, can't even find an explanation. Foreign ideas flow through my mind, but they can't seem to find
their way to my fingers, let only my ...what... Uh, feels like a momentery relapse of reality. Crashing into the illusions of
the sense, impairing my perception of my surroundings, creating a new reality. Once of clouded judgment, numb thought, empowered
imagination and incredible passivness. All elements of something that I'm not quite sure.. or about. Anyhow, I still can't help
wondering, how I didn't notice her?

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