Saturday, July 16, 2011


Long lines S in the sand
white groovy tables
drink in my hand.
Palm trees
green leaves
space to breath
what I need.

Fire up
bleed me dry
I'm so empty
can't even cry

Yesterday is a mystery
when you live life backwards
time and space
all in one place
quantum me-chan-ics.

Damn she's fucked up
now I gotta wear sleeves
just because I like it hot
and like to watch it bleed.

At least I'm real
better than what you can make up
photo shop the hell out of it
maybe then you'll make the cut.
Maybe you'll finally
shut the fuck up.


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