Name this song |
And we change, turning in on ourselves, and the dashboard disappointed me time and time again with its cruel reminders of how things fail. What am i doing here? I thought i could call it retribution, ...
Posted by Mr. Mackert, The Stampede on Wed, 14 May 2008 07:50:00 PST |
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I am thirst, she is waterI am hunger, she is sustenanceI'm a flower, she's the sunSometimes i get tired of thisShe's a goddess, i'm a mortalShe's forever, i'm just for a whileSometimes wish i could lo...
Posted by Mr. Mackert, The Stampede on Mon, 13 Aug 2007 05:48:00 PST |
I did it again |
She's pretty like spring, dirty like autumn, tangible as winter, predictable as weather. She touches like cotton, kisses like frost, holds like she's terrified, acts like she's lost.I could go o...
Posted by Mr. Mackert, The Stampede on Thu, 24 Aug 2006 10:20:00 PST |
Hahaha, you're not funny. |
Look us up Youll find the black and white photograph not torn but shredded Maybe if we put it back together things wont happen the way we know they will And as the explosions illuminate the broad d...
Posted by Mr. Mackert, The Stampede on Wed, 05 Apr 2006 10:44:00 PST |
