le sigh

Mar 23, 2005 23:31

oh my
all these little boys desperate to live like rock stars
begging to drain out their insides while replacing blood for liquer
smoking themselves hollow
fucking themselves blind
rosy cheeks turn into dead faces
when the art is replaced by indulgence in image
impressing the already addicted over and over
hot surfaces contain freezing interiors
escaping to only be contained
in a culture-desperate, contaminated party
where intimacy only exists when no one speaks

oh yeah...for those of you who didnt catch it the first time around, my journal is now friends only. so, if you want to continue reading. drop a comment here. <3
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