Thursday, 30 May 2013

Book, the Armageddon


Burning tobacco, kept on lips no fingers. Burning, the smoke, going in all the rooms. Pick two to brood
in. Days are stitched together for me, so that, I wont miss the other days, that are kept outside. I can
watch the sun here, and see it all go. Got lots of sleep, feet are dragged off the bed, and I'm piled on the
ground.

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