Static Statisticity


				*My Prison Souls* *Static Statisticity*



	Home Talkin' Coyote \| Sanctification \| I Want To Be... \| Transgression \| Coloral Diversity \| Thurisaz \| Climactic Rush \| Soul Pressure \| Do YOU Remember? \| Apathy \| NO2 \| Swamp \| Twosdey \| Pain: The Human Condition \| Waves Of Souls \| Magical Colorful Worlds \| Soul Scraping \| Question \| Mutant Feelings \| Static Statisticity \| Ambiguous Crap Shoot Shit List \| Disconnected \| Used Up \| Blossoming Growing Pains \| Who Dat? \| Assassinate Id \| Springtime Demons \| Green Wool \| Play Till Ya Win \| Soul Mate \| She Put Her Boots On \| Another Pome About the Rain \| Hanging On \| Soul Resin \| Disguscombustificationilly \| Arizona Dream \| Tired Circles \| Funny Cauze Id's Twoo \| An Ex tension of My Self


		Static Statisticity (Im floating) I need to employ an army In my head To retrieve All the parts of my soul That are lost, hidden, Or locked away. Who is inside of me? Inside my cat? My neighbours dog? My favourite rock? WHO ARE YOU, Rubbing my forehead, Pushing my pen? Creating aches and pains Throughout my entire be-ing? (BEING) BE ING STATISTICS STAT IS TICS STATIC. Sometimes I miss the tin foil In the freezer. And Leon. A Cowboy came And took my Leon away. The tin foil was my army. The ink, my soul. Copyright Heather Prudence Davis