Aug 11, 2006 13:34
i leave sunday
(i havent finished packing yet)?
fate has descended upon me in the form of
brick-like snow and various opiates as reminders
of (something else).
i cant wait to leave for two very simple reasons-
take a gander/guess/wonder?
i dont have a brain any more just a squishy shell,
and i cant do that infront of people anymore.
it repulses me.
hey there cracked god
(youre) youre looking older
(youre) youre looking older
cry on someone elses shoulder
pink dried up crippled christ
try to take your own advice
now, now im god
because god never loevd me this much
now, ill play god
cause your god is just losing his touch