Jul 12, 2006 01:36
i am.
i dont walk on eggshells
im a scrambled egg head mess
hot sizzle but maybe someone just dumped the meal on my head
pains self inflicted
munch
i saw two people merged at the ribcage go under the scalpel they wanted to breathe alone
gasp in unison on 3
there was a great cracking their lungs strange bruise colored sacks moving like bagpipes
or like i imagine bag pipes would
they would
how are the fireflys?
i get to sleep in an office
to bad there isnt material for a tree house
its a shame its illegal to go sleep on the beach
who are thoose people that lock other people up
who are we they you is him jim jane jill
i will tell you one thing i know as truth
they got some fragrant flowers here in italy
some nice wild flowers that vine up rock walls of thousands of years of standing, wow
wild flowers that grow like rebels up through cracks and display odd and magnificent blossom
the best things are unplanned