Tuesday, June 15, 2010


Sympathy for the sympathetic I stopped caring when you started sharing.

I want more then the pink dressed girls that lurk the City beach doors. Whores never where appealing so I went around stealing everything they had, I gave it to my mother. She spat on me said I should be more like my brother. A kick to the chest I lay restless for nights on end. Another bender will never render what I do. Steal my pen ill take another 2. Whipping out another case of casket wine I resign.

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