Sunday, November 29, 2009

45*21

you can't have too much penicillin for the burned leg
I'll give you a mild dose and we'll see what happens
we watched a building crumbled over few years
skaters would slide along the curbs
arc into the air and go down deep into a parking garage
oh the soap operas between mother and daughter
when both were children at the same time
it's like a timex, it takes a licking....
the syringe was as big as my arm
my uncles has two beautiful little weener dogs
the truck just petered out, he got zero from it
these dark holes you can't get into them
she pulled the chain and the car drove her into the back of it
we'll give you 40 thou for your anguish
the wonderful darkness that turns into light
he's crawling away split in half
they skate up into a neon heaven where a devil roosts
ain't that the damnedest luck
we throw our lives away like little bags of chicken
it just goes to figure all my wrenches are rusty
but hey look the moon is somethin tonight, huh?

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