Days Like That
By Desdemona
Take a right past the private water running Streaming from the screams of skulls Get your money back at the door after your empty mind Cries itself from hatred and dances of Worthless wiggles The atmosphere surrounds you of bright lights and smoke like fog Million dollar dreams and frustrated memory's of pussy control Yellow darts pierce my still framed ashtrays of emptiness Take some back to your pad Tell your bald headed brother Hey long time no see Hell that is a wild dream money like millions We can jump out of something palm tree okay? You'll have days like that... Written December 14th, 2000 © on Nov 05 2001 10:31 AM PST, Lee Gillilan 18 • 0 • 14
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