they made a statue of us.
later they say its all our fault
scarves like a noose,
eternal sleep...
new ones are slave labor you can keep
we are living in a den of thieves.
Saturday, September 27, 2008
Monday, September 22, 2008
is this passion or...
in her hour of darkness...
she feels hopeless.
bleak expression,
town's impression.
... or your red tide?
she feels hopeless.
bleak expression,
town's impression.
... or your red tide?
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