No Tunes and WoodChunk nails.
Friday, April 29, 2011
Dynex mouse, dried milk.
Dive into your brain waves of positivity.
Granules of sand shape the visions that I gather.
Sounds of an overcast day on the asphalt.
Gloomy Thunder heads lurk around the corners.
No space.
There is space, in the alleyways.
Eat shit.
Anger builds for no reason.
I fucking hate people.
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