tonight, the sky is underneath us

21.8.08

misc.

it's so frustrating when you're a spectator in your own game 
and you can't do a thing.
everything you do could push someone over, 
god forbid. and you are were a bad investment
if all you did was fall and simper. 
and place your hands under your 
thighs rigid and instrumental. if you don't splinter.. 
if you don't unwedge then i'll take your 
hands like a sledgehammer and nail them to your sides. 

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