quasi_sean

where the lucky folks begin to applaud in the showers and chewing soap until their teeth burn and fire fire fire....

last
chance
ever...

wish me luck
and be so kind
as to follow
where the trail ends up
and see it dissolve
near the corner

oh weeping
lucky dreams
save meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

if i'm beautiful
there will be a way
to find me
in the puzzle
shocking
no longer
the answers are
examples
of change
in the breath
the only
song
you'll
ever
need

i won't ever
bother
to smile
again.
a page of these moments fly thru the summer to winter to back again i am seeing intensity in the skies and a blood lust to rival the normal and can't take these scars from my wrists but bite them and grin.