Sonic snow ways driving me to hell in a handbasket.....is this bat country?
Stacking bodies like stacking shelves...this is a form of self mutilation
I cannot see the times before Christ, I don't do intellivision
Lust and rust and light and blight and all the cliches' of a saturday morning cartoon
You really would think we caught the plot
Soulless and wingless and battered and broken...is there really such a thing as up?
I'm not the one and i have that broken view...i only sang for it so long
Go home Marci....go home Justin.....you're both drunk
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryDon't ask questions or delve deep into areas that weren't meant to be poked into.
