2006-07-07 - 11:19 a.m.
These were the days of the last renegades,
We mimicked satellite, parasite moons.
It’s a guess.
She worried constantly, flawlessly, monstrously,
More then a threat. More then a morning is doomed.
Settle your breath. Your blood moves to fast.
Terrible means to an end.
This is the century history owed us. And we are the children of whom god had no hope for us. Put your hand on your heart. It’s not god that we ever trust.
It’s not men who forget who they are.
Slept curled up in a ball.
And men like me don’t need a backup plan. Cause men like me live off this land.
This is a universe compacted neatly. And this is a kiss you will remember sweetly.
Weeknights get old quick. And so do our parents. And
This is not who I am.
My family burnt out by the time I was peaking.
I leave with nothing now. And no sense of leaving.