pickled |
crippled kid who can't think
cucumber brain pickled
drop-by-drop in vinegar rain
his wheels long since rusted
imagined pain in phantom limbs
waves of thought crash in vain
Posted by on Tue, 11 Dec 2007 13:27:00 GMT |
trimaphalacacolus |
Eating a hand sandwich, I notice my hollow empty life, versed in sanity, controlled by morals and standards thought of by dead white men and their hidden better halves know as insecurity, or better ye...
Posted by on Sat, 10 Nov 2007 23:28:00 GMT |
