a state of mine only a drunken state only lonely people walk beneath the lights of time scare it was a masquerade a parade of pity parties it was the cesspool green and every variation representing this nation its where we are lost in this great intoxication the bill boards the loud noise give me a reason to stagger to become reactionary if you look at me smell my breath and then you’ll know I left nothing in the bottle for tomorrow
Posted on: Wed, 31 Jul 2013 16:21:44 +0000
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