lørdag 17. januar 2009

Crack cocaine lolipop

Sorry about the poetry bullshit but I swear I'll start posting proper, reflecting blog posts again. Just kinda fell off the edge lately face-first.

Bruised knees bruised knees
Give me fucking bruised up knees

When I'm sitting on the wall covering my bullshit palace of incomplete downloads
and dreams about running from the cops again
Sociopathy sociopathy sociopathy sociopathy sociopathy fuck myself all over the place

Pacifist V is a zombie give me Deli give me death
Give me speed give me excitement give me trouble
Gimme gimme gimme I need some more
Gimme gimme gimme don't ask what f-f-f-fuckhead fsfdoiasdrhjfueifhklsdafjløadjfalscCRRACKKKKKKKKZASHITZNIK.

Pacified myself all over the place
Who would have thought I would live to see my own future?
Who would have thought your hard, slimy member would penetrate me and I would accept it?

Not me, that's for sure.

I can't write about lost love, I can write about blowing up buildings.

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