Monday, November 19, 2007


It slips around your mind
Like a slippery grey nooze
Siltently slicking slapping choke around my ears and eyes
Hearing muffled mumbles meaning
Nothing to their incommensurability
When you say lalalala
I want to die
Because I see grey groanings from all your eyes
And the leaves are dead digging themselves into the ground
With the help of defecating bugs.

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