take off your
jacket
sit in this cold
chair
you might feel a
pinch
you might feel another
pinch
'i'm anemic,
my veins are microscopic'
i don't think he
listened.
a mask that made breathing
for me.
thoughts before black:
this insincere man could do
anything.
eat a sandwich
do a dance
take off his pants
and i wouldn't
know.
waking up i feel like
time traveller,
and also like i would have rather not had my
wisdom harvested
in teeth form.
Feb 14, 2011
Feb 14, 2011 at 8:01 PM UTC
take off your
jacket
sit in this cold
chair
you might feel a
pinch
you might feel another
pinch
'i'm anemic,
my veins are microscopic'
i don't think he
listened.
a mask that made breathing
for me.
thoughts before black:
this insincere man could do
anything.
eat a sandwich
do a dance
take off his pants
and i wouldn't
know.
waking up i feel like
time traveller,
and also like i would have rather not had my
wisdom harvested
in teeth form.
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