October 27, 2012

Magic climbing choo train will distort your brain

The magic climbing train motors past the pain. Nothing can stop it not fire nor rain. Jump on board and you will be glad you came. Steaming past dreams in the drain. Passing the norm and chugging towards the insane. Your room is full of smoke so crack open a window. Distorted views like trees bent towards the north. Distorted views like hungry body's litter the ghetto. Whatever you do don't leave the train. Never plant your feet into the ground again. Never leave this train because to do so so would mean again to feel pain. It's a short line that never ends. Round the hill and back again.

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