i am starting to believe
that there is a fine toothed machine
that’s eating all the plants and trees
and it will set its sights on me
and it is feeding off my dreams
of big and scary evil things
of which i cannot quarantine
or properly concieve
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the sieve and the sand 
wait, you can’t properly conceive of things in your own dreams? and why is it going to set its sights on you when it is already eating your dreams? no no no, this doesn’t add up at all.
Kiddin’ i see it as the world corrupting disintegrating from out and inside all of us
-Russell
my pee it wont relieve
this is cool. Well, i am off to create a software to keep the Fine Toothed Machine from hacking into X. Hugo’s scary dreams. That’s how I roll, homies; I am an ally of justice,
FreakyNewChild Save the world
two thumbs up.
by the way, Mr Mugs, I did not quite understand your “pee” comment. I mean, I thought you were maybe disheartened that your plan(of relieving the world of its misery through strategic peeing) might actually not save plants, trees, or even Hugo (:
sorry, please explain, i am just a bit thick…
@ hugo: again, that was a cool poem
Freakynewchild ’08
i just thought i’d write another line that rhymed with conceive…
ya’ll are getting deep and all…
this poem reminds me of a short story i read in high school literature class… about an alien machine that hunts down, kills and then perfectly preserves animals 180 pounds to 190 pounds… anyhow… this dude gets lost in a forest and this machine starts to chase him down… after he runs for three days for all he’s worth he finally collapses.. the machine picks him up, sees that he weighs only 179 pounds (because he lost weight in the chase) and drops him…
they never explain how the guy escapes from the alaskan or canadian wilderness tho… either way he dies…
You guys are good..
i believe in the machine
isn’t there some kind of machine like this in the first season of lost?