the sick tack of yr favorite corpse
when the leaves speak they're frozen, the corpse still sticks like velcro
and we keep watching them tireless, vigilant, assuming the apocalypse,
never accepting consequence, and staying out of hell.
in other news, summoned the winds and clattered clattered clattered, finishing touchings on mr holland's opus, chapter 1: don't tell them they're dead. technology as sound as my first chemistry set, excited, like i'm lost in an old bookstore. things are well and good here, but then again, the wheel will turn. just hoping it turns toward a fortune cookie without typos.
and we keep watching them tireless, vigilant, assuming the apocalypse,
never accepting consequence, and staying out of hell.
in other news, summoned the winds and clattered clattered clattered, finishing touchings on mr holland's opus, chapter 1: don't tell them they're dead. technology as sound as my first chemistry set, excited, like i'm lost in an old bookstore. things are well and good here, but then again, the wheel will turn. just hoping it turns toward a fortune cookie without typos.