2002-12-07 | UNLAWFULLY WRITTEN
crushed like garlic salted like wounds everythings hazy like a bucket of booze heavily influenced by blood lying in wet cement worried about the aftermath lamenting about uncertainty laminated like anal retentive i.d.'s inseminated artificially like forsaken babies flowing easily like a symphony of golden trees listening is hard when you're on your knees glistening in the darkness like silver teeth i'm wearing seaweed on my head it reminds me what it's like to mingle with the dead skeletons dancing around me with the keys to their hearts dangling around their necks caterpillars snapped in half wondering what happens "necks" subsequential juries hanging on every word flying around in space ships made out of feathers that fell off a bird corruption through every burrough disturbing and peaceful, like william s., and thorough hair speaks louder then clothes if it's worn all over the place like a song that's been de-composed the response i'm going for is unknown to the author sometimes i wonder why i even bother people just try to over-analyze anyway even when it's just made up off the top of my hemmingway
- premature ejaculation
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