%%% %%% %%%% %%% %% %%%%% %%%% %%%% %% %%%% %% %% %% %% %%% %% %% %% %% %% %% %% %% % %% %% %% %%%% %% %% %% %% %%%% %% %%% %%%%% // // //// ////// ////// // \\ \ \\ \\ \\ \\ \\ \\ \\ \\ // /// // //////// ////// ////// // \\\\ \\\\ \\ \\ \\ \\ \\ /// /// // // // // // // [ Mind Warp - Volume #6, Issue #10, File #90 ] [ Whimsical Theories - by Chris ] ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Whimsical Theories [Chris] ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ WHIMSICAL THEORIES Ode To Lee Robinson grabbing a flag to wave even if we lose. if the holy one returns, don't expect to see me on my knees. love is an anger [ Editor's Note. ] that can only be seen [ I didn't feel like ] when one stops to reflect [ centering it. ] on their happiness. [ -- Mustaine ] what constitutes legality in matters such as heresy and homosexuality? opposing frugality for I like to waste my words as if they were apparitions. are you the hunted or the hunter for only the stars in the sky can guide the foolish. lollipop critics and chocolate demons wrap their tongues around selfish hopes. numb fingers heal the wind of a solar fire. queens of ancient realms were never allowed into the monasteries because they were too scared to see naked men. she's looking good, even in age, but I still refrain from speaking to her. untying my shoes and handing them to the homeless man on the corner for I'm sure he needs them more than I. looking skyward, I cannot ask for help to something I do not see, so I look down. stained and jagged are the cobblestones under my fee, so I bless them with the honor of my footsteps. unopened envelopes seem to pile at my feet as I forfeit my money. disembodied souls lie on the ground as men lead them to chambers and they never come out. what more is the sun than a ball of gas and what more is the earth than a ball of rocks? ever notice that sometimes there's no structure at all but somehow we understand the complexities and the simplicities of things that are either made-up or based on facts. me head is spinning and being tossed around I am slipping, falling, aching to be let go and I fall on the floor and no one laughs. hues of disgrace fill my eyes and I can no longer see why I twisted things around to benefit the torture I put myself through so I stand up, walk towards the picture and a hand reaches out for mine. I was trembling so much that I had to falter, I had to retire in solitude. ============================================================================== E-Mail mustaine@wam.umd.edu to become a distributor! ==============================================================================