Who I was and who I am
is not who I am going to be...
They want oasis but they're building desert places...
Hunger strikes the metropolis, beggars ask for...
I drink you not to get drunk, but to forget;
downing the peppery, red liquid...
She wrote scripture; as he sang her a memory.
under a moon that was meant for dark souls...
Though wind blows summer from my memory, Elevates...
As surely as the moon comes rising, and just as...
When I dwell upon my past deeds,
I'm not quite sure just how I feel...
Cats!
Balls of fun...
To awake one day and be
a lightbulb in your head...
Demeter blessed my coffee
with another doubt...
Id like to drink myself dead
but that's typically quite a difference...
2014-03-13 03:09 AM
When I die...
Sitting across each other
on the jeepney...