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[ic-brain]

I'm like a drink at your favourite cafe,

I can warm and nice, like a sunny day.

I can be cold and nippy,

If you approach me the wrong way.

I can be to the point, simple, just plain easy,

Or I can be fancy and bourgeoisie,

Take your pick.

Just make sure you order me and no one else. 

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Day 9: "Choco Moloko"

At night when I need a drink,

There’s only one way to go,

The only solution, methinks,

Is the choco moloko.

Pour a glass o’ milk,

Mix in some chocolate syrup real thick.

Smooth like silk,

Drink it real quick.

At night when I need a drink,

There’s only one way to go,

The only solution, methinks,

Is the choco moloko.

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Day 8: "Road to Devers"

The winter haze has me down,

And I need to pick myself up.

I get in my auto, I turn it on,

It purrs real nice, and I head out.

I zoom on down to I-90 West,

And go drive with no intention,

No destination, no hesitation.

I drive until I’m done,

Then I turn ‘round.

‘Round I go, and I go home.

I ride this lonely road to Devers,

Me, myself, and I.

I ride this lonely road to Devers,

And I love it the whole way.

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Drove into the countryside for fun, here's some pix

I was bored today so I took my trusty auto out to Raywood TX (aka rural SETX, about a 40 min. drive from home), and took some cool Polaroid pix (and phone pix too 'cos my polaroid film is old and faded :\).

Annyways here's the pix:

Rice tower in Raywood

Old gas station also in Raywood

Claybar 'Haven of Rest' cemetery outside of Beaumont (sorry the pic sucks the sun was going down so my camera's lighting was shit)

My poem later will probs be about this drive.

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Day 7 (part II): "Sleep is a Bitch"

I just want to sleep,

But the ambience is too bright.

I just want to sleep,

But the heat is up too high.

I just want to sleep,

But my brain is running round.

I just want to sleep,

But there’s too many sounds.

I just want to sleep, I just want to sleep,

But I haven’t.

Not a solitary peep.

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Day 7 (part I): "Day One"

Today is day one of something new,

And now I don’t feel down, don’t feel blue.

I’m full of delight and am quite excite…

…ed, and I can’t wait to see what we’ll do.

Tonight I can sleep knowing I’m not alone,

Tonight I now know I’ve got you.

Today is day one of something new,

And I’m excited, how about you?

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Happy New Year,

How was yours?

Mine was laughing and tears,

Maybe even some emotion more.

I've grown a bit,

I've learned some stuff.

And now no more

Doth I wish to snuff.

Happy New Year,

Here's to tomorrow,

Let's hope for more joy than sorrow.

Let's ask for joy and pride,

As we age in all our lives.

Happy New Year.

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Day 4: Dreams

Dreams,

They entertain my head whilst I sleep.

They go into my brain’s thoughts deep.

O, damned dreams.

I wish they didn’t come,

They often bring grief,

And beat my mind like a drum.

They remind me of ghosts of the past,

And they bring hurt that lasts.

O, those goddamned dreams.

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Day 3: The Bird That Steals Spoons (vers libre)

I was out earlier, and that tune began,

The one at the opening of the opera

About a bird that steals spoons.

Yes, that one.

It made me feel as if, 

As if I were some grand general

Marching in a procession before a king.

It made me feel regal,

Absolutely regal.

But then that part ended,

And then I just felt like a cartoon.

Yep, I felt like an animated rabbit on speed.

Maybe I am one,

Who's to say?

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Day 2: "I Need A New Calendar"

I need to go buy a new calendar to mark,

As we have lit a spark.

There’s a time and place set in stone,

And I won’t be there alone.

There’s joy and merriment galore, here,

But the only to fear

Besides lack of sleep due to my elatement*,

Is the possibility of losing a friendship,

and that, my friends, is no understatement.

*Yes I know "elatement" isn't a real word but it rhymes soooo yeah

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(TW: SH and mental health shit) Day 1: Nadsat rap-like piece about my mental health struggles.

Everything is fine until I change upon a dime

And now I'm sitting in this cold room doing mental mental time, I’m 

waiting for the clock to chime upon my payment for my crime

Sitting in this damn room doing mental mental time

That damn rozz don’t know what’s up inside of my head

How I look alive but inward I just want to be dead

He just yells out of his rot to do what he done said

Listen here you sod you ain’t nothing but a blockhead

Everything is fine until I change upon a dime

And now I'm sitting in this cold room doing mental mental time, I’m 

waiting for the clock to chime upon my payment for my crime

Sitting in this damn room doing mental mental time

Britva ‘gainst my shoulder, problems bigger than a boulder

Watching the red krovvy run, waitin’ for my time to just be done

Sittin’ on me oddyknocky, with an arm that’s red and soggy

Is it too much ask-a to go get some spatchka

Everything is fine until I change upon a dime

And now I'm sitting in this cold room doing mental mental time, I’m 

waiting for the clock to chime upon my payment for my crime

Sitting in this damn room doing mental mental time