Tuesday, March 28, 2006

tender words

those late night salt lick bar room dreams
like flower glue and chicken wire
its coming to a head and i'm going to explode
dear friends i've found you favorable and easily dismissed
i'm running towards horizons and you will all be missed
except that motherfucker with the ego and the dream about the idiot or litium or somthing there between

yeah fuck that guy

peace children

i'll tell you what a sunset really looks like

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