Sunday, April 17, 2011

There are some neighborhood kids yelling profanity to images, imaginary automobiles mucking through their sanctity, Holes in windows that will break so neat are an opening for me to glance with glee and ease and joy and poise and plead for free, streams and visions scissor extensions broken my once, haha i meant it happened my knee crutch, cane, cocaine, powerade gatorade, oxygen compitence, these are a few of my favorite things. Im tired of pretending that I always have something to say and when Im alright, Im still afraid.

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