||[Mar. 13th, 2004|12:27 pm]
I would make a run for it if i knew i had a chance|
Caught single handed against a double breasted current
legless umbrellas dancing to the misery bells
Behind a darkened glass children watch
Down by the shore young children are watching me
Bleeding from every pore. Sand sticking to everything red
Teeth kicked in. Ivory grind.
White doves flock across the sky syncronized patternless
Calm and gentle disturbing the sleeping giant
Change the lighting in this routine binge
cold russian love secrets. don't stare too hard
Awkward leading the way
bus ride through hell
pity us through good and bad
The crucifixion of a criminal and then an earth of self righteous savages.