Gasoline dream
Boxes need boxes The shit you don't need ever Needs a box that fits Books, tools, parts, fools. Cringe! Find, pack, lift, carry, sweat. Burst! Kill me or kill it! Pouring Gasoline Over the entire mess Joyous Inferno Dancing now naked Dancing, singing, Arrested I plead sanity... yeah... moving soon.... driving me nutz Written April 16th, 2002 © on Apr 16 2002 10:17 AM PST 0 • 12
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"Boxes need boxes..."