alive
being eaten alive on the beach by one legged pirate ducks (yarr...quaak)
we stumble back to my room
i wake in the morning, your gone
i'm clutching my pillow remenisent of you
the room still smells like latex and sweat
my bed still smells sweet
waiting for pictures we drew
we stumble back to my room
i wake in the morning, your gone
i'm clutching my pillow remenisent of you
the room still smells like latex and sweat
my bed still smells sweet
waiting for pictures we drew
3 Comments:
noone comments on my poetry...just the shit i write after that, how come that is
what the fuck happened to pete and jonny kaps are they too good for the "ish" now? - fuckers
you're a dear.
trying to gather the energy to scan.
yay for pictures!
also, quaaccckarrrrrrrrr!
(nothing to do with bad cracker-related puns, i swear.)
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