Here Come the Plastic People
Petty laughter and cackles of the wicked. Wicked fallacy. Which you inhale. Like glue. That gets you high. Higher than you could ever be. Or exist! (without utopia running through your veins) The veins that you will slit in due time. Just in time for you to die, die before the dream kills. Written March 30th, 2002 © on Mar 30 2002 08:33 AM PST 0 • 1
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