the man
By kittymeow
THE MAN SLOUCHES, POSSES AN ACCENT SIPS A SHORT BLACK. MECHANICAL THINGS ROLL BY, THERE SILVER GEOMETRIC SHAPES REFLECT A CITY SCAPE. WE LOOK AT THE OBJECT WITH OUR EYES CLOSED OUR MOUTHS OPEN ANTICIPATING PENITRATION. OUR BODY PARTS EXPOSED TO THE NOTE TAKING AUDIENCE OF PESSIMISTIC FREAKS. NO TIME FOR DYING ANYMORE FORGOT HOW TO FLY. BANG WOOD WITH CLENTCHED FIST AND BUY ANOTHER SHORT TRIP TO THE ALYSSUM. Written April 12th, 2002 © on Apr 12 2002 12:42 AM PST 0 • 9
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