Tuesday, 30 August 2011

l

you know me,
i'm mysterious - i disappear
like
a fart in the wind.

I enjoy a good cup
of
coffee. made buy myself or
preferably,
a beautiful woman.

"you like any language spoken by
a
female." shit,
she
was right.

my mind is
wrestling
with its self all the mother-
fucking
time.
Clad in Ash,
Naked, Erect, Proud.

two half's of a
soft,
grey matter fighting
constantly.
for an outcome that will
never
fool(y) satisfy
.

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