Tuesday, August 18, 2009

the thought is lost

travel light, eat fresh
skip school in kicking distance
blare horns from down the street
temple tucked away
culture shock therapy
jesus is trendy
i'm not going to attempt to try anything, just trying to attempt gash in the pipeline tucked away, wallflowers growing on my armchair, fireside murder pictures shot glass painted on my face
hahahahaha please don't bother. i've got the whole collection, i'll rub your face and miss the mark. watch you get the upper hand like a fly shits on everything it lands on. fuck that, clap your hands and make him pancake status. i've got nothing. oh baby you've got my favorite voice, my favorite everything. speaking generally i need to specify.

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I write not to make sense but to lose it.