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Things we should not write about (eyes strings stars love)
by Johnny CrimsonDrive off the cliff
to prove your manhood
Eat the dirt and lick
her photograph
For the grain on the film will taste
like you remember her
I'll be eating pools of shit when I think of you
The walls begin to vomit
when she enters the room
I would lose my lunch in her mouth
if she'd let me
Like a baby bird she'd stand there
and take it
The one in the basement is moving around
And I can hear ghosts talking in tongues
Just throw up and I'll stop explaining
Just give it up and i'll loosen the ropes
Smile like that again and I'll fuck you till' your
parents get home 08/22/2007 Posted on 08/22/2007
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