A bad joke without lines
Punch the air, hands collapse in desperate coma
My eyes pinpoint out the illusion, a bad dream these ties
A stale and ugly kiss
Handsome ridges melt away the layers of waste, think prodding savior eating away at raw nerve flesh
...
Self-medicating ghost of times past forgotten
There is no dark pride in loneliness
Escape those thick heads, denounce those addictions and memory fade
What?s your pleasure, pistol or syringe?
...Watch those memories
Or drop dead
Saturday, April 14, 2007
prin compensaţie : )
azi am numărat 3 maşini turcoaz de pe balcon şi acest lucru m a umplut de bucurie
numai vise din alea naspa de cind mi ai zis cu accidentul : ) sau ma rog, necalcularea distantelor, cu "he is dead in his beautiful clothes" de asta verificam nu te supara : ))
catalin:) leather and plastic and stainless steel : )))
5 comments:
imagining that new car smell? : )
si a mea e asa:)
numai vise din alea naspa de cind mi ai zis cu accidentul : ) sau ma rog, necalcularea distantelor,
cu "he is dead in his beautiful clothes" de asta verificam nu te supara : ))
catalin:) leather and plastic and stainless steel : )))
& polyester : P
dacă eşti laptop, la modă mai sînt sovprenul şi nylonul balistic : )
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