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be random
what is now
when is then
where is email
who i a m
how it is
why it is
leave a note?
share me, share you
make me smile
thank you

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(of course I should be sleeping)
(what's life got to do with it?)
about me
(too much to know at once)
friend?
(tic tic tic, toc)

BE MY GUEST (BOOK)

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when i had the time
the first of december (has another song)
what i do

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�2015 CANDOR COMMUNICATIONS
IF YOU WANT TO USE THE WORDS
FOR ANY REASON
TALK TO ME

MONOLOG

kiss the gauntlet sky

stick your gauntlet in your ear
you're an empty glass of beer
wizard without a wand
daring magic to respond
well poof here there you go
dis-appearing for the show
deeper than your river flows
burning all the grass that grows
just as any wiseass knows
doors that open can close
but the truth always shows
for eyes that can see
I am you and you are me
wind is only air that blows
shooting holes in the corn rows
overcoming the short-sighted nose
still blessed from your head to toes
love swallows hate in my prose
candora comes in rainbows

no need, just desire
take a note a little higher
and as Tim Rice told JC to say
in his famous musical play
"to conquer death you only have to die"
so here is a simple goodbye
written before I learned how to cry
or fear or doubt or lie

so now I can live

so if you want a riot I can start one
drop a dime on da man with the plan
do a voodoo dance for Christians
pin a donkey to a cross
laughing white boy call out niggas
stick a needle in da boss
rip the heart out of a lion
hand out candy to a child
still missing the point are ya?
time to do da nasty wild

rip the wind and fly
kiss the gauntlet sky
get down
blow me
down
said Popeye
Olive Oil
slips
through his hands
bogus Brutus
sucks the big one
cartoon logic
demands
blips
under the radar
understands

fool if you think I will duck you
it is orgasmic to fuck you
and with you or with you
choose you weapon, hate or love
fool the fools below the belt
who pretend they rise above
god loves a fool who believes
and follows the blind
man who deceives
but no worries, mate
love conqers hate
kiss kiss

candora

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I love you all for coming... for reading all these words
for every click feels like more love (I know that sounds absurd)
if I could only tell you... one thing more tonight
I'd say
I wish you could come home with me and be my friends for life