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It's a.
Cold hard.
World out there.
Kiddies.

Stay safe won't you.
Stay sane must you.
Stay normal lest you stand out.

And become.
Destroyed.

Oh kiddies.
I know.

For I'm as cold as frozen nitrogen.
Hard as an isolated diamond.

Looking for my rough.

And it's always a sob story they're singing.
Always a love song they're writing.

And there's no better torch song than an epitath.

Gone.
Too.
Soon
A Saint Jude Prayer Card


I thought to pray for a serious need, you see

But

Saint Jude seems a little annoyed with me
St. Jude really does appear to be annoyed, not unlike my high school principal.

Your ‘umble scrivener’s site is: Reactionarydrivel.blogspot.com

It’s not at all reactionary, tho’ it might be drivel.

Lawrence Hall’s vanity publications are available on amazon.com as Kindle and on bits of dead tree:  THE ROAD TO MAGDALENA, PALEO-HIPPIES AT WORK AND PLAY, LADY WITH A DEAD TURTLE, DON’T FORGET YOUR SHOES AND GRAPES, COFFEE AND A DEAD ALLIGATOR TO GO, and DISPATCHES FROM THE COLONIAL OFFICE.
It's been 7 months since I let your sinful filth between my lips.

I still crave you every day.
Survival, undermines courage, every time.
Oh my umbrella
you protect me from the rain
I hate you for that

I would have waited
Inside the depths of my house
If I was afraid

I wanna be drenched
blond hair tangling in my eyes
and wild childish grin

Because I have known
that when that umbrella's there
that smile is gone
I’m scared as f*ck
to want you.

But here
I am,

Still wanting you
anyway.
If only the world could see me through my own eyes
How pretty I would be
Du du du...
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