January 2011
2 posts
10:49 AM, January 1st, 2011
The grey glazed over his eyes,
He finished first, should we give him a prize?
I can grind down my teeth and make paint out of keef
And with this I will draw my goodbyes.
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There’s a creak in the living room door
And bugs in the dining room floor,
So we charge our machines and our amphetamines
And we blew that big house to the core.
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It’s a cycle at best,
At worst it’s...
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