road
fucking glorious open forever running road
honest and severe
and completely away untamed
and your St. Christopher
and that bitch yearning
I can feel you so fluently streaming through my blood vessels
and pounding on my heart and crunching at my bones and singing horribly
enchanting notes in my ears.
and I vomit as you turn my stomach under your wheels
Wednesday, June 28, 2006
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Wow i think i know the feeling and I like the end alot... but you like vomiting I thought
you are correct....lets elaborate....
the whole vomiting thing.. I've adopted and fully believe C.B.H. and M.G.'s theory on the subject....the people who TRUELY live vomit. Therefore, if you don't vomit, you're not really alive.
Now the last line is written the way it is because I do infact enjoy vomiting (DISCLAIMER: I don't vomit on purpose)
I also enjoy traveling and when I'm on the road i am of my element and truely alive, hence all the vomiting.
THE END
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