20041220
call an ambulance!
gone with the trees.
hiding in the breeze.
my head is aching
and my lunch has come up again.
would someone please turn out the lights?
they'e worming their way into my brain.
solid.
metal.
beams.
oh, no! i hear it coming again.
call an ambulance.
i can't seem to find my head.
bring out the sewing kit.
i'm just as broken as you wished.
white-nosed, tripping down the stairs.
full-speed, casting shooting glares.
naked.
pale.
skin.
my nose bleeds everytime you look at me.
gone with the trees.
hiding in the breeze.
my head is aching
and my lunch has come up again.
would someone please turn out the lights?
they'e worming their way into my brain.
solid.
metal.
beams.
oh, no! i hear it coming again.
call an ambulance.
i can't seem to find my head.
bring out the sewing kit.
i'm just as broken as you wished.
white-nosed, tripping down the stairs.
full-speed, casting shooting glares.
naked.
pale.
skin.
my nose bleeds everytime you look at me.
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