Aug 16, 2006 01:27
small town bottles clinking pack quite the punch if you're into that sort of shit.
barely as much as the stuff that makes your veins crackle, like writing names with sparklers on the forth of july,
but its enough to keep you coming back. a little more. a little more.
its a long list of listless 'why should i's.
manhole covers for caverns echoing sounds like, tomorrow, and later later later.
i haven't found the right words for that kind of potential, or should we call it passive part-time apathy.
forgive me, i've fallen down again, it takes more than a few days and a good fuck to bring me back up.
so i'll say peace, or as much as i can give.
and i'll say sorry, cause the answers not here.