Sunday, March 7, 2010

shadow people tumble down stairs i hear them (ROUTINE) but offer no assisstance. little pieces of dried blood and skin left around houses to be vaccummed by bored housewives (INFECTED) holding burned out cigarrettes. (SMOTHERING -------> MYSELF) I saw a picture of a starving man crawling in search of nourishment of some kind. In his state he shouldn't have been alive, became a food for flies just because he couldn't find any. (I HAVE DREAMS -------> UNREACHABLE) the fortunate feel unfortunate whithout realizing how blessed they are. How blessed we are. We are all blessed FUCK IT (ALL) WILL BE OK.

1 comment:

JenniAsh said...

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