torpedon'ts

2010-07-30 | 2:26 a.m.

i was shooting my limbs like pistols
and in temporary tatoos
i spelled "fuck" on my hand.
when i 'bar', i see these people
who are trying to make me laugh but
i dont laugh till they walk away.
revile delayed distraction.
i carved out lines in what i thought to be centimeters
and i let condensation drip down my chin and neck and o!
its no mood, its not a mood
i ain't got no mood
i got time
and what i think to be centimeters.
i thought
'i'll call moths to carry me offs'
but i don't recall their accent.
ball step change
stall strep strange

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