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Somewhere between insanity and brilliance,
in the time between asleep and awake,
there is a place where few dare to enter.
Come inside Apt. 309,
and you may never want to leave.
But we will make you.
in the time between asleep and awake,
there is a place where few dare to enter.
Come inside Apt. 309,
and you may never want to leave.
But we will make you.
5 comments:
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You punk Josh.
I don't get it!
Josh thinks "309" looks like the word "Bog," so that's what he calls our apartment.
Oh, yeah, I got THAT part. I just didn't know that you lived in apt 309. I suppose I should've guessed. When I read the poem, I thought the number had some other significance.
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