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
Monday, October 22, 2007
i'm so happy it makes me sick
pacat ca n-am avut aparatul foto la mine si am gasit doar asta
acolo a trebuit sa ne tinem de noi si de oamenii din jur, aici n-a fost isterie, dar a fost induiosator
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ca să fie clar - "fuziune sistemică"
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