airport

so i'm back, they say, i'm back to my same old self loathing ranting loving losing it all on the open market fish fried in tine pans beneath basements in the brill building. i need more suprememes more coasters drifters this magic moments and go fuck your self this christmases.

i'm back now, they say, and where the hell are your children anyway?

i'm left alone and wandering through all of their mindsets through all of their tar feathers losing wars waging wars but not really anything at all.

i know what you're thinking...this could be bad, damn, right?

2003-01-15 | 7:07 p.m.
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