domingo, 25 de enero de 2009

food that looks like caterpillars

.you recall your explosion and you transport it
call my name transformed to binary
i drown in evil lodo
i pull my spell to come out
i blame this virus for my sickness
you write this trough that wrecked bench of you
.put my mind on quarantine
breath inside this crystal clear arena
enjoy the sound of transparency
cancel average flights
return to the place
unbalanced wheelchair
not control voltage anxiety
cold justice you abandoned me
.i'll explain to you my rendered instincts
my cut-copy insult parody
my non-sense hypocrisy
in hope for you to understand me
charcoal voices are over
limbs lying on the floor without worrying about the outside
buy memories in mariachi hat

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