Nov 27, 2003 06:00
and like a your eyes, your touch is a car crash.
thoughtless incessant typing before a gray scale screen.
ZERO.
ups and downs make my stomach go 'pop'.
ONE.
cramps now consume my stiffened sides.
love crushed neck. lighter fluid &broadway barbeques.
let's find out how hard this fame can really get.
menthol breath &scented candles. binary i am.
ZERO.
one fell short to the floor.
ONE ONE.
crucifixion is not so religious now.
ZERO.
tupperware now contains my charred organs.
ONE.
sealing lips. no kiss. but only in plastic.
blue. i'm blue.
ZERO ZERO.
ONE shot me down and now poison is my remedy.
HOW BINARY AM I? rock on, sweet child. rock on.