Tuesday, January 15, 2013

touch, you, smoke and mirrors

press me like a bug
window pane covered with corpses
you drive slowly and aimlessly
you can't wake me up
the bug threw up hardcore
it was all over newsweek
i whispered for your approval
i think i wrote this
there was a paper here
this area is moldy now
retrocausality is this tiny fluttering
do you like wingbeats today

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