Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god
Blacked out
Tainted...
I remember how
Silence used to feel
As I swished it
Around in my
Bitter mouth.
The taste never improves,
It always remains a
Nuisance waiting to
Rear nausea.
January 7th, 2008
I remember how
Silence used to feel
As I swished it
Around in my
Bitter mouth.
The taste never improves,
It always remains a
Nuisance waiting to
Rear nausea.
January 7th, 2008
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Blacked out
Blacked out
