Telepathic Foodstuff
By Isaac
everyone is beautiful in this place i've come through a door the size of a little scrap of paper the sky spins around me the land still below flying stopping falling i haven't come here to find the meaning of life i haven't come to find god nor my little corner of life all of the time i spent here has gone to women and sex and drugs i'm falling into vices other than you -isaac- Written March 15th, 2001 © on Mar 15 2001 11:14 AM PST 0 • 10
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