.
!
.
a hundred different things not to be,
an aspect of a life that wastes itself,
she comes dancing to my doorstep,
promising me sanity with all her vanity,
she holds on to the past and tells me a future,
I arguably am one big idiot,i let her stand,
there in my garden,lonely flower swaying,
I feel good now she's at my door,good ?
But,she'll stand there till the rains pour,
She'll stand her ground n i hand her an umbrella,
Cos i arguably am an idiot,i let her stand.
Break into my house of pain woman,break in..
Cos i definite symbol of idiocacy will not invite!
.hit me on the head.
?
Monday, March 8, 2010
Sunday, March 7, 2010
urgh.!
series of offensive things lined up,
representing blandness of a life..
a vegetarian,a teetotaler,a fagnoer,
and the excuse is,can't get it up.
in time the need is different..
in time we are all dead n cold.
warm yourself with the red,the hot nd lights.
.
representing blandness of a life..
a vegetarian,a teetotaler,a fagnoer,
and the excuse is,can't get it up.
in time the need is different..
in time we are all dead n cold.
warm yourself with the red,the hot nd lights.
.
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