Dec 18, 2004 21:34
Salad fingers
it's us, in all our imperfection
we're salad
We seek
pleasure, peace of mind
whatever, the rusty spoon
It blinds us, it's almost
no IT IS extatic
We all want the perfect spoon
but in the end
we end up with a coffee can
Ps. i did not compose this.....
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