nuclear poetry

Jan 16, 2012 14:06

this is the sound
three whistles
blowing softly in the wind
pandomnium
it comes like a flood
people rushing to the stations
no good ho
i know that
as macdolds sells its hast happy meal
i wait for the flash
and civilsastions end

and i feel the head wash over me
conflgration
oblivian
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