acidHUMANIX

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

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Thursday, November 29, 2007

neon on our skin

lada de zestre

1. fucked up party de akm
2. simulatoarele de zapada, pe un ecran suspendat pe tavan
zapada
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bacterii