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"It's not like you haven't been here before. Anyway, this is my mental attic, where I keep my trash and once in a while trek up here. You are welcome, but try not to disturb things around. "

my poem, written 18/7/02...

some how more relevant now...

dumb- 18/7/02

about a guy who would spread
his arms and butter wherever he could,
about a guy who was
"uncomfortable in his own skin",
who wanted to be on the
who's who list at least once,
who had weird hair
and cared,
who had attics in his house
and his head messed up,
wanted to trek-up his mind,
about a guy who was bruised
coz his deo can was too close.

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