Friday, June 22, 2007


it splits and forms back again
the same, the same like before
just a little bit of warmth
and look, its ain't cinch no sore

A backyard old garage
small stinky bowels of squirrels
a small little old gramophone
oh, i want to listen records

listen , until it makes sense
so, i don't pretend to be you
someone else, like some rock star
or pretend to be shit

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