On not admitting to using insults as a fishing expedition

Nobody really sees it

If it can't be proved to be true
If one just manuevers the words around
The witnesses fall blind to what you do

There is no blue in the sky
There is no beauty to any flower
Oh how I could go on with such truths
For hour after boring hour



Neils
11:14 pm
10/11/2006
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transcribed this time
11:17 pm
10/11/2006


N.....again