Syrus is our cat and the Great White Robot is ...our tumble dryer....
Who are you to invade my universe?
Your chunky noises my space reversed
Who are you? You’re alien white
Unsteady my calm, keeps me awake at night.
Blinded by, frightened by, deafened by the great white robot
Beaten back, first attack, it has no heart, the great white robot.
GWR pays little attention
Purposely focused spinning intention
Occupied yet detached in its relocated situation
This case calls for human intervention
It’s ok boy
It’s ok
It’s ok boy
It’s ok
Who are you to usurp my rightful place?
Your growly breathing in my face?
What are you? You’re a geometrical sight.
Freeze my blood tense my muscles tight.
A place to park those random thoughts, stolen images, hidden conversations and incoherent babble from beyond the wall of sleep. Odd bits of music and so-called worldly wisdom may creep in from time to time. Don't expect too much and you won't feel let down.
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