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Yellow pads and post-it notes.

by Johnny Crimson

All i know is that sometimes
this waking is too real

Such a sobering blow to the faces
we make in the dark

The ones that change and stretch
like the skin we swear to have never touched

Like your fucking mouth we will all dissolve

All the kids will eat whatever is gushing

All that fire hydrant surprise

We squeezed till something reached the top
and i saw the peak in her eyes as she fell

Why are we always under the impression
that the floor is so cold

Bright yellow skin in neon plaid leather
like raping a simpson

What the fuck are you

Her eyes were always wandering
a superhero saddle creature

plastic wrap and glass for dinner

I ate through to her stomach

Before i earned my way to her heart

That word should never be in poems
no that's love
I get them confused

Anyway her heart...... yes
I ate it

That asian really cums doesn't she

09/16/2007

Posted on 09/16/2007
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