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9's Not the Lonliest NumberPrismatic highways speed through a plethora of jet-puffed planets
Silvery ribbons inch their way through my Nifty Nebulaeic Nine
_Nifty_ nebulaeic nine
Cosmos of a cosmopolitan spew in apple with _menthe cream_
Nebulaeic Nine sips up slivers of
Ribbon dancers run a muck amongst _Nine_ _Nifty_ _Nebulaeics_
We are the -past-, -present-, and forever the -future-
Granules of the sands of time infinitely flow in our fiery vortex
Pure passion and positively perfection-
Silver purifies tainted telepathy touched by torporian titillations.
Little does life give
but it lifts us up so we can live
Filtering impurities through a silver sieve
Love for Missa is a RainbowLittle chairs are only for children
But these chairs are made for us
Strong mahogany like stars in supernova heat
We're not dwarves- though we could be if you wanted
I can be Dopey and you can be Happy- but I swear you're not fat.
Snow White has nothing on us:
She needs a fag
That dresses in drag,
While her boobs sag,
And we ride the stars to Saturn and b e y o n d . . .
Love is in the air- platonic but
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