the future is murder

in the afternoons sometimes we lose ourselves and creep up the tan lines which seems to be what most of you want these days most of us cool crayon worlds we drew up our own ideas of life and sent it out in postcard made of ash to a place where no one anywhere will read it but we stay the same anyway i stay the same anyway.

2004-06-26 | 7:24 p.m.
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