Wednesday, November 01, 2006

wordfuriedwhore

the blue flame lit up- and shot to the side for the fuck of it- you said- sweet things- my lungs feel much better today- my stomach is rolling- but I'll take that- thick- power- black - and hope for the best- through arched up collars- Im looking at you as hopeful as your talking- your hoping- I really am all that you say- your hopingthat i will push the limit- 407- BAKER- no one I knew for sure- why am I thinking bakersfield?- what does that mean?- in the name of death- newborns- fairies and jezebel- and those blue speks in your eyes- specially- special- when you cry out or wimper- i knowits you- its always been you- im sorry- but you were right- you will never calm me- I will always bleed- for you-

2 Comments:

Blogger Cole said...

hahahahaha
are you kidding me?
hahahaha fuckoff

Thursday, November 02, 2006 11:27:00 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

Fuckin ReTARDOD'DS

Friday, November 03, 2006 8:37:00 PM  

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