Saturday, June 13, 2009

"fuck all yall" pre-party prep

I listen to his preaching
"scraping through my head till I don't want to sleep anymore."
his chords, his lips, his brows
dark and brilliantally painted

"this thing is slowly taking me apart"
letting it fall like the towel around me

"just a fading fucking reminder of who i used to be"
my mouth mouths.. rising.. breathing.. leaving.

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