Thursday, May 3, 2012


saccharine sarcasm. it is in my teeth. eroding. in a satchel, go ahead, carry it friend. "I remember, I was there" we went north. towards my past it's a big bad wolf. "what a tired bedtime story," you yawned. my heart retains much water, thereby, fat, like the man with a herniated spine, I'm alright, friend, I'm fine. (he moans about it, why can't I?) you don't remember anything- even though you were there.

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