sleeping on the moon and dreaming on the sun
hot cold
hot cold
I like the cold
the heat hurts my life
atoms and explosions
my brain and my heart
stay out of both and fall in the sewer's mouth
he thinks you taste good
but he spits out your soul
Tuesday, March 8, 2011
tasteless
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bird brainz,
gimme brains,
random,
writing
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