Yippee Calloo Callay!

You have reached the foot hill of the mountains.
You are most welcome
More than worthy
.

Monday, 8 August 2011

A tissue.

A tissue

Scars of purple paint in gardens
about a circle
we all fall in
sleeping beds alive
lift us
out the glass
where do they take you?
through the window
we all fall in
forget about the sound of breathing
bodies on sheets
dead your moving
whats the deal with the funny fingers?
a rat on pills got no need for stealing
rich scabs keep on picking
rich scabs keep on picking

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