spring tufts, ground flesh. these twenty six lines mean nothing but dust. far and wide the concrete sprawl sirens call trees still tall yet i feel so very small. in comparison standing next to a grave is satisfying. at least i've got some fight in me. at least i've got a bottle of burn a box of smoke and a pile of words in my hand.
not being productive.. duh!!! heheh well i shall be heading now.. jess and I are unable to attend your not sober part-e today >_< jess has a dance to coordinate :) *hugs* -ernie ^____^
Yeah, I was hoping for a surprise appearance from Sebastien Grainger, but no such luck. Hahaha... they were pretty fantastic, though. And you bring up an interesting point... what do you suppose is the politically correct term for brothas in the UK?
hey there slice of home! dude we miss you hella bad. but guess wat! ok everyone at slack-attack got fired. no one is left. all new people!! sounds fun huh? call me sometime bitch!
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