Sunday, 19 February 2012

Drifting into tomorrow.

dead alive not happy to survive slack attack the beer sphere with fast Pabst down my throat. Joke with fake, belligerent unfriends and pretend that time will persevere 'til the very end. Take down all their habits, watch them like a nervous rabbit. Fit in like a snake, slither and imitate. Crouch, duck, hide, abide by the voyeur's silent stride and watch the immaculate young bodies undress.

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