Friday, September 2, 2011

Frogs

Every day forced performance of a faith found midway through (a tenth generation rat-race). My last dance, I don't care why you drop, we all jump, first or last with intent on four through six, midway through the tenth generation rat-race. Rattling is evidence of the result of this strangulation, I see some light,but once a week while dreaming, it's butane and sterling that's gleaming through IV's with dope streaming. Find your spot to end your bleeding, run, hide, but absence must be fleeting, afterall facing the pain feels better than retreating....

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