Mar 14, 2004 19:35
jump through hoops and pour sand from leather briefcases.
find a new way to wipe greasy smiles off cold, stone faces.
wait for the second hand to catch up with shallow breathing.
frantically scrub at your tomb's yellow ceiling.
sallow, seething gold mines filled with moldy melon rinds.
cut the rope.
shout and choke.
i'm a joke.
buuuuuurd: haha your'e not a joke
buuuuuurd: you're hoottt and cool
Fuck yeah I am.