February 4th, 2003

blur shotgun

police lines.

i rode the train home with pestilance, famine, war & death.
  • Current Music
    crown me king w/ e. dickinson- "this every hive believe (what the flower holds most sweet dub)"
closeup samurai

in dreams, this spice melange.

asking for advice is like asking gasoline- vapour; evaporate & combustion, huffing & juvenile fatalities. we dialouge about black suns; crocodile skin boots & your crocodile tears shed at silver screen stars' funerals. gumball machines with nine (9) millimeter (mm) ammunition, everything writhing loosely like the text beneath the narrative. in other words: excuses, excuses.

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  • Current Music
    crown me king- "the bottle says drink me."