Sunday, October 14, 2007

Stocks Crash

In the electronic age
I'm left with my stock in stationary
I walk with dinosaurs
I see the waves

They dumbfound me
Just as I lay
Just as you found me

Smells open doorways to the past
Playing your emotional flute
wearing your vital sign suit

Evolve or revolve
Thats the old axiom
Atoms don't see the bigger picture
If there ever was one

Destroy the bad ones
Employ the enlightened
Conspire to overthrow
The establishment

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