Thursday, March 11, 2010

sdsfdsfda

Today the shit is black and smelly.It's only gold and fragrant.On asshole days.Like the battlefield soldier.LIFE UNDER THE ROOF OF RAIN.Do you want to be a parrot or person?Parrots repeat people think, I thought.In a world of fugitives laws are optional.So it's time for everyone to abscond.Fail to appear call the judge a bitch and blame tourettes.Life is quickly becoming a failure to appear.ROOF OF RAIN
Not anti God only anti religion.
The first thing Satan said was I'm a man of God.
So, oblivious probably drown in the drops.
Bow you head in shame,
Amen what about a woman?
Car doors locking when I'm crossing.
Purses go left when I walk right.,
Something seems less than right.
The differences between cautious and paranoid.
Protection and facism.
Can sometimes be subtle.
Another liquid lunch,,
Another cleansing.
UNDER A ROOF OF RAIN.

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