smooth, almost soft plastic
moments as it gets heavier
sure I’ve erred
red truck hogging peace
disturbing consciousness
I’m cold dead
no more suicide stuff
Carl you need happy
I’m serious
plumbing from petroleum
how could you be so stupid
I’m slop
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#1 by Evelyn on March 10, 2011 - 10:00 pm
“no more suicide stuff
Carl you need happy
I’m serious”
SIGH
#2 by Carl on March 10, 2011 - 11:34 pm
Sigh! I’m serious.
#3 by Carl on March 10, 2011 - 11:34 pm
This was a very weird style for me and I am somehow quite unhappy with it.