woik

May 20, 2005 21:57

Poetic retreat fall away, fall asleep
Drifting deep, sewing seems of self consciousness
Follow my lead, when your cut start to bleed
If you blend you can bend rules but still not get caught for it
Staple your sentence to bulletin boards
Stating cases that place you in limitless hordes
Of black sheep falling fast towards a pre-cast production
Functioning flawlessly
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