Wednesday, November 4, 2009

death, data, entry

Streets stalk victims in it's brutal force. The streetlights stab through darkness and bring to light the entrails of the city. Broken teeth and nails scratch the back of the earth and pull up the yellow bile of it's citizens.

I need a cigarette.

the end.

I Remember
Sit Down. Stand Up.
Idiot Wind


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