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Post by ink on Jul 24, 2010 22:31:13 GMT
Red red ink pot dripping on the desk red red ink pot wonder what it is red red ink pot teach me how to lie red red ink pot took my life tonight _____________________________
I wonder I wonder what the red is, bet you couldn't tell me- or maybe you could. Names Ink my friends but many call me mad! Hatter! Hatter! Its all just a game of course, a way to atone for my deranged characters. Their puppeteer needs to be a bit cooky as well. Yes? The name is Ink, or Pot or Pen. Whatever you want to call me I tend to just answer with the same confused face. - "What?" - Names are names- words to make sense of faces. So names are names and I am me. Or am I? Fun to tell fun to read! I am the puppet and the puppeteer. My characters are my children- I torment and there for I love. Maybe I should be nicer to them, but that's just no fun! blood speckled nice and thin is a wonderful seasoning to just about anything~
So let it fall let it drop splash and weave and warp.
because its all a game and we my friends are the ink pot
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