in a court of sychophants.

i have crawled and crept through life, wounding the hands i've licked, and biting those i fawned upon.

Friday, February 11, 2011

killer clowns from outer space.

i love the first cigarette of the day.
     it makes me feel floaty.
i love sitting on the curb and watching cars.
     it makes me feel free.
i love that you're so sneaky, dear.
     you make me feel so loved.

i love everything about you.
Posted by Keldy Supertramp at 1:45 PM
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      • good old war.
      • my spotless mind.
      • how my mouth will move.
      • tang.
      • the scent of something.
      • twin sized bed.
      • 61.
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      • this is what is wrong with...
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      • like whipped cream.
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      • i'm so influential.
      • god and whales.
      • don't you know?
      • hickory.
      • bangerang.
      • i like the yellow one!
      • inside me a lunatic sings.
      • wow, i can get asexual too.
      • coffee rings.
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      • you're a brick wall.
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