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08.25.03::09:55 rock, paper, scissors... &;a suckerpunch to the throat. mid---xmorning rides in luxury cars. it;s always the last week of freedom &;the last joys of innocence. fucked so hard &;fucked so raw;; there;s no time for music now when the sun sets bright &;sicksick kisses sit heavy on yr lips. i scream like metal at bluebedroom walls &;bluebedroomed girls. it;s all just soso many burntout boys &;cigarettes;; i can;t even keep track anymore.
mid---xnight mornings with candles &;flowers;; one burning too fast &;one already dead. this is going no where past. i;m broke &;hungry &;my tanks blinking white to remind me. illegitimacy &;sore feet. this is going no where fast &;i;m necromancy. |