Its like how now I'm at the age
Where my friends show up naked on the Internet
What?
I didn't look
I only hear
Its like how when you drink
all of your pictures
blur
and look drunk
And its when I sit too long
I just rub my eyes
An elegy to the stress, and the things without names
But really
Its just dry-humping a cry
All of these the same
My naked eyes drink too hard
my sister is crying
Thursday, January 15, 2009
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YEAHHHHHHH!!!!!!
ReplyDeletei dig your style kevin, dig it deep.
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