domingo, 3 de diciembre de 2006


one more hit to the bong
can't stop callin'
your cell number,wrong!
can't stop thinking 'bout you
poised to shine
everybody lays hollow
shooting down stars
fuckin' til tomorrow
nuthin' but distress
still talking shit like that?
i'll digress
ok,i'll admit it
so obsequious
fine,i'm in love again
to me you're so precious
at war with this poetics
foul-looking antics
she is as good as ruined
the midnite sun that transforms her into
goddess of nicotine enthroned
laziness interwoven