severist

sometimes i am the mountain who has eaten chairs and sunburst on the sky,
this broken end-road way of life and
and turning down smiles, they�re a dime a dozen, one broken laugh and one sigh:
(what�s a fuck between friends?)
so lounging out, a foot on the end table
a cigarette bent between my lips
the rain kills everything
and now i�m here, one more day before i sleep,
one more promise to keep and soon
the worlds i made will fall away and
the only thing left of any of us will be
stories.
So why not get a little crazy or laugh it off, you try your best and end up okay
at least half the time, even if even if
you wish you hadn�t,
but what�s a fuck between friends?
and why not live it up?


2004-12-23 | 3:01 p.m.
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