Dave Goes To Hollywood

Listening to: Black Dahlia Murder
I thought it was strange when all this shot into my mind driving. It's weird how this enclosed space makes me think so clearly...so free! I wish all hours were so relaxing. Thinking of the next noise...making up the next noise. Scream loud, loud, loud, loud. Static intoxication, sing this lovely violin song. Beat this bottle on a wall. Scream, scream, scream. The baby cries. Record the noise. It all makes sense...we're capable of beauty. Through sounds which make one cringe. The dogs only hear us now. For the first time tears came to my eyes while I was listening. Noise brings so many things...make my tingling skin freeze. Turn me on, make me laugh, shoot the can, shut the door, pour your glass, rape scene scream, car crash bash, black cat splat. A silent death, a silent scream...You can't follow me, you sing along to nothing.
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hey back...lol
i read this poem and i had to read it twice because i was amazed. it was really good. i like your use of words and the way you put them into place so that it creates this effect that i LOVE.
it made me remember why i appreciate poetry again...thx.
btw, another thx...for ur comment.
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i sure do. haha.
i got ur comment, sry for relyping so late...lol well anywho yeah we can share msn, mine is dangerouslysophy@hotmail.com, add me...lol
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