Thursday, March 1, 2012

TREE SWEAT


O holy ghost of seven nights,
my horror struck without the lights,
to come and feed this terrible beast,
and still its hunger be never ceased.



I saw you dancing yeah
now I'm leaning out the window asking your name
but uh fuck I'm a piece of shit
I look like a crack head like
basically all the time.


^^All this shit I get paid to do while working^^

There's that sad realization that you might be the last one.

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