Friday, April 24, 2009

On top of a mountain 5 years ago


Tangoer


Solvent reminiscing the '90s oh my and boo hoo where could one go from here? Dallas. Weapons are man's beauty. Staying and aligning and mounting up the bracket oh. Oh here. You can call here if you want to. Threw it on the floor. One could on, go there, oh here you can. Squirt. Hey you, there's a here in there. Where'd that came? To greet you. There's a nix and, nicely. Niceties outlast then we are counting the steps through the alley gas and marker paint night and not wet walking obvious stealing burn sliced hit the dirt. Napping the human. When you are done we will walk outside and know it, know you are leaving here there is a shoe on your foot that will stay there oh here it is it is. Rolling. The end. Meant a lot when we soaked in that snow, acrimony, how could I talk to you in a mouth this straight? Striated? Close enough, suppose it's summer and I can't have it any other way, canned, canned, through a nonsense cassette you hocked out a think on chairs. Oh here. The diamond heist. I know then, my clothes have no more lint.

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