Răspunsul
Member
The silks and satins of it nestle in my palm,
Tiny xanthic sphere of so much promise,
But it's been a bad day and I need you now.
The swallow reflex acheives lift of.
I look at the wardrobe,
It leaps out at me,
Paranoi grips my fevered brow,
In an effort to freeze time,
I put the clock in the refridgerator,
Taking out some bacon at the same time,
It lears at me in the pan whispering in Piggy tones,
"Meat is Red Murder".
I realise then that the 'I'
Is no more than an 'i'
It has passed and the come down takes me
really down.
Disapointed?
Me. I paid good money to the man,
But he don't give no refund.
Tiny xanthic sphere of so much promise,
But it's been a bad day and I need you now.
The swallow reflex acheives lift of.
I look at the wardrobe,
It leaps out at me,
Paranoi grips my fevered brow,
In an effort to freeze time,
I put the clock in the refridgerator,
Taking out some bacon at the same time,
It lears at me in the pan whispering in Piggy tones,
"Meat is Red Murder".
I realise then that the 'I'
Is no more than an 'i'
It has passed and the come down takes me
really down.
Disapointed?
Me. I paid good money to the man,
But he don't give no refund.