I’m the dog who gets beat
Shove my nose in shit
Won’t you come and save me
Save me
Feed my eyes, can you sew them shut?
Jesus Christ, deny your maker
He who tries, will be wasted
Feed my eyes now you’ve sewn them shut
7 thoughts on “I’m The Man in the Box”
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Rob
Very dark feelings and treatment. I hope you’re not feeling that way. I don’t see you ever worthy of that treatment.
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M
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My thought is that Bob feels that way. I noticed that my alternates have worked around the rule against using their names by filing their posts under their names under “my alternates.” But I feel fine…I hope that you’re well…it looked for awhile as if your blog was gone…but then it came back. Our service in San Francisco is flaky this Summer…
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Hi
I’m ok just had a couple of bad weeks.
Take care.
🙂
M
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Wow – Don’t they just love to swing that hair around! I have heard that song many many times in my past but I don’t think I ever paid attention to the lyrics. I just listened to the beat.
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I noticed the hair swinging too…I think guys who let their hair grow out are especially fond of tossing it around…It’s hard to believe that once had thick black curls that fell to my shoulders…and boy did I love tossing it around on the dance floor..now I just pick it up off the floor…:)
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Lmao!!
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Such a sad thing to see a lonely strand of hair circle the drain…:)
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