Sunday, April 19, 2009
Monday, April 13, 2009
Skulls
Rando poetry
WHERE IS MY SILVER BULLET? TO FIRE FROM A GUN INTO FLESH INTO SHAPES TO CREATE A HOLE FROM WHICH LAVA AND MOSS AND QUARTZ CRYSTALS AND DIRTY WATER
WILL POUR OUT
WILL GUSH OUT
PUMP OUT AND STAIN THE DIRT AND THEN I WILL FEEL MY OWN FLESH AND BLOOD PUMP AND LACE UP AND DOWN MY BLUE AND RED LINES.
WILL POUR OUT
WILL GUSH OUT
PUMP OUT AND STAIN THE DIRT AND THEN I WILL FEEL MY OWN FLESH AND BLOOD PUMP AND LACE UP AND DOWN MY BLUE AND RED LINES.
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