the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Saturday, October 31, 2009

Selfish Clouds Scrape Their Bellies On Hollow Metal Triumph

Stop with these stabs
These sloppy, drunken jabs.
You can't always have you want,
So shut up and act like you're really moving on.
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