another one
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- Hide quoted text — Show quoted text ->’if I’m to be your camera, then who will be your face?’ >where is your galactic space father, boy blue? >I think it was him made me cry, not you >him through you into the deepest part of me >you have the camera it is pointed at my face >without anyone to perceive me there >behind the lens >your camera is only war and hate, it is rape >the gaping of crowds of people at the lonely alien >sitting in a jar >she’s way from her people, wherever they are >maybe light years away on another star >no one to perceive her face >the loneliness gets terrible >and it is coupled with the disgrace >of uncomprehending crowds let in to gape >they see a monster where they could see grace >she wants sometimes to leave for her full body back in space >fly blue ships >where there is room for the swaying of her hips >boy blue, where is your father? >give him the camera, pass it on to someone else >or please take it off my face >let me leave this wrenching place >let me rest >let me be treated as a treasured guest >let your father look from light years away >then let him have his say >let him comfort me, let us play >Lisa
i like that too. just wondering if your reference to the camera has to do with the feeling of being watched. i have that feeling too
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On Wed, 11 Jul 2001 10:54:02 -0700, <lgard…@mbay.net> thought it necessary to type and post the following: – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text ->’if I’m to be your camera, then who will be your face?’ >where is your galactic space father, boy blue? >I think it was him made me cry, not you >him through you into the deepest part of me >you have the camera it is pointed at my face >without anyone to perceive me there >behind the lens >your camera is only war and hate, it is rape >the gaping of crowds of people at the lonely alien >sitting in a jar >she’s way from her people, wherever they are >maybe light years away on another star >no one to perceive her face >the loneliness gets terrible >and it is coupled with the disgrace >of uncomprehending crowds let in to gape >they see a monster where they could see grace >she wants sometimes to leave for her full body back in space >fly blue ships >where there is room for the swaying of her hips >boy blue, where is your father? >give him the camera, pass it on to someone else >or please take it off my face >let me leave this wrenching place >let me rest >let me be treated as a treasured guest >let your father look from light years away >then let him have his say >let him comfort me, let us play >Lisa
That’s beautiful.
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beautiful (or, bute! as us ozzies would say lol) poems… i am too scattered to focus myself completely into one thing – Hide quoted text — Show quoted text -lgard…@mbay.net wrote: > ‘if I’m to be your camera, then who will be your face?’ > where is your galactic space father, boy blue? > I think it was him made me cry, not you > him through you into the deepest part of me > you have the camera it is pointed at my face > without anyone to perceive me there > behind the lens > your camera is only war and hate, it is rape > the gaping of crowds of people at the lonely alien > sitting in a jar > she’s way from her people, wherever they are > maybe light years away on another star > no one to perceive her face > the loneliness gets terrible > and it is coupled with the disgrace > of uncomprehending crowds let in to gape > they see a monster where they could see grace > she wants sometimes to leave for her full body back in space > fly blue ships > where there is room for the swaying of her hips > boy blue, where is your father? > give him the camera, pass it on to someone else > or please take it off my face > let me leave this wrenching place > let me rest > let me be treated as a treasured guest > let your father look from light years away > then let him have his say > let him comfort me, let us play > Lisa
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‘if I’m to be your camera, then who will be your face?’ where is your galactic space father, boy blue? I think it was him made me cry, not you him through you into the deepest part of me you have the camera it is pointed at my face without anyone to perceive me there behind the lens your camera is only war and hate, it is rape the gaping of crowds of people at the lonely alien sitting in a jar she’s way from her people, wherever they are maybe light years away on another star no one to perceive her face the loneliness gets terrible and it is coupled with the disgrace of uncomprehending crowds let in to gape they see a monster where they could see grace she wants sometimes to leave for her full body back in space fly blue ships where there is room for the swaying of her hips boy blue, where is your father? give him the camera, pass it on to someone else or please take it off my face let me leave this wrenching place let me rest let me be treated as a treasured guest let your father look from light years away then let him have his say let him comfort me, let us play Lisa
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