Jun 28, 2005 15:53
the moon spits on the highway
the devil awakes from a bed of coal
while the city sleeps underwater
i drink the raindrops from a skull
the hammers are louder than thunder
and locusts eating the stars in the sky
nailing bad intention into 4 corner spaces
to embed the poker from a the fireplace
into your gravestone when you die.
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shit man, wish i wasnt so O_o from my twelve hour shift of work just now, turning around tomorrow morning to go through six before chicago.
i couldve actually written something witty, nstead of just taking up space.
nice one, tho.
good to see you posting again.
xx
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you know me.
please add.
xx
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