When did I stop looking for music
which would shatter my world view
colour the lines afresh
reach spiderstyle from dream to daylight
clatter from the heavens, incomprehensibly fresh
and start settling, instead,
for anything
which doesn't actively **** me off?
Mar 8, 2011
Mar 8, 2011 at 11:31 AM UTC
When did I stop looking for music
which would shatter my world view
colour the lines afresh
reach spiderstyle from dream to daylight
clatter from the heavens, incomprehensibly fresh
and start settling, instead,
for anything
which doesn't actively **** me off?
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