dorm

raise your dosage, keep the smile rate and just above nothing and nowhere is left, no one is standing by---

for you to piss on.

dear god, i lent you the storm, doll. don't you know (know) what it's like when nothing now is
falling apart
and how can you ever hope to see past me (without me) there, turning over my wrists and spreading carpet fibers for you to walk across

oh-so-greater than christ on a shining cross, rusted arms and you'll always be watching me walk
away.

2003-05-10 | 10:45 a.m.
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