not to smile at those who humiliate us
Friday, July 23, 2010
Jerky With Oster Toaster Oven
Maybe someday Who put the bell the cat vomit
seven lives lost in a sigh, looking into your eyes and I understood. The shadow of the misfortune that slid along the flame was always there, patient, waiting for the spark of enthusiasm to grow. Cold, arching his back on the slab, paw licking distracted. Seeing what lies beyond, indifferent. Playing with the quarry to the random final blow. I keep scratching at the walls. 
seven lives lost in a sigh, looking into your eyes and I understood. The shadow of the misfortune that slid along the flame was always there, patient, waiting for the spark of enthusiasm to grow. Cold, arching his back on the slab, paw licking distracted. Seeing what lies beyond, indifferent. Playing with the quarry to the random final blow. I keep scratching at the walls.
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