tofu and cigarettes

sevensinssevensins Posts: 887
edited January 2008 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
drag this downstairs, mind the worn down edges don't loose there grip
think back to when you had something to say, call me and say it slow
winter has taken all the heat out of the sun, and stoped the ocean in blue hills
my nose is too stuffed to get anything up it, so my money is wasted
i havent eaten all day, so these drinks have me wasted so i cant hardly taste them anymore
i'm too alive to feel depressed, to aware to feel happy
i got message today,
"seriously man, you're amazing, all you guys need is a profetional recording studio"
i don't have one of those, so i sopose my needs aren't met

i smell like the boy next door, machine mad robot pharamones,
i smell like animal tests, and my eyes burn acordingly
based on past experience, my starving american stomic will get the better of me in a few hours
i will finish the rest of the warm bacteria filled brandy,
and walk over the decivingly dry roads,
and buy some tofu and cigarettes
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