..:: The Willowed Piccadilly's ::..

Centerfolds of an estranged lost mind rambling on the distances of close encounters and muffled dreams. As the clouds fade, it all becomes clearer. Move along now children, the time is soon to come.

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

..:: SAINTS SINNERS ::..


Red blood pumping jumping seeping through veins. First born dead inside. I mourn celebrate the worn torn rag begs. Red walls gate fate belly jelly. To yearn i learn burn frozen guilt. Fear joyous tears hidden outwards. Punishment chastisement reprimand my stand. Forgiveness revenge none I avenged. Sorrow hollow stump preplex my reflex. Veins pumping blood brains. Fetus apparatus of anonymous. Abandon thrown out. Forgive me my sins. Saints sinners all beginners.
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