the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Sunday, October 26, 2008

Seven years, no parole.

Look in the glass
And forget who you are
Set aside your seat belt
And start up your car

This isn't conventional
This isn't relaxed
This isn't uptight
It's just matter-of-fact:

There's no getting out
Once you've been pulled in
So be sure to indulge
In the pleasures of sin.

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