thrift store heart

thrift store heart and wanting, go now, "serenade" she says and soon, it'll all be happening and we'll all be fading away trunging to dust, blowing away and i'll be here, pawning references to burroughs to the sunken soul generation and their calamaty music diseased eyes loud sparring noise and we'll look, look dreadful wakingtears through our eys and i'll be selling something selling something, this dimestore-minute-lifestyle forgot to be worth the wait.

2003-07-10 | 2:59 p.m.
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