christ666's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ants Marching Work: Just got off. I arrived home rather early tonight. It was nice to be home before one. Tomorrow I have a day off. Friends: I saw Steve earlier and I might drop by his house, I'm not sure. I think I should. I haven't hung out with him in a while. Band: Tomorrow is the big day. The Search: Pretty much the same Song: He wakes up in the morning Does his teeth bite to eat and he's rolling Never changes a thing The week ends the week begins She thinks, we look at each other Wondering what the other is thinking But we never say a thing These crimes between us grow deeper Goes to visit his mommy She feeds him well his concerns He forgets them And remembers being small Playing under the table and dreaming Take these chances Place them in a box until a quieter time Lights down, you up and die Driving in on this highway All these cars and upon the sidewalk People in every direction No words exchanged No time to exchange And all the little ants are marching Red and black antennas waving They all do it the same They all do it the same way Candyman teasing the thoughts of a Sweet tooth tortured by the weight loss Programs cutting the corners Loose end, loose end, cut, cut On the fence, could not to offend Cut, cut, cut, cut Take these chances Place them in a box until a quieter time Lights down, you up and die 1:13 a.m. - 2003-08-08 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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