Samstag, 23. Mai 2009

I was a quick wet boy, diving too deep for coins
All of your street light eyes wide on my plastic toys
Then when the cops closed the fair, I cut my long baby hair
Stole me a dog-eared map and called for you everywhere.......have i found you Flightless bird, jealous, weeping or lost you, american mouth
Big pill looming....:)

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