next was the clock on the mantel...it had a large, sweeping second hand.
you look down and the
needle is on
red.
almost no gas left.
too fucking bad.
you gun it,
lighting a crushed cigarette with
one hand from a soiled pack of
matches.
shit on the world.
i feel like ish hardcore. everyone is getting sick in some way aaand i'm thinkin i'm feeling it too. :(
i dont really have much to say, for some reason i felt obligated to update this thing.
anyway, peace out.
needle is on
red.
almost no gas left.
too fucking bad.
you gun it,
lighting a crushed cigarette with
one hand from a soiled pack of
matches.
shit on the world.
i feel like ish hardcore. everyone is getting sick in some way aaand i'm thinkin i'm feeling it too. :(
i dont really have much to say, for some reason i felt obligated to update this thing.
anyway, peace out.