qualquer coisa grite meu nome:

quarta-feira, 30 de junho de 2010

read it screaming the worlds one by one:

What forces me to read
is the same fucking thing
that turns me
into a running blue.

What makes me so sad?
The moans of my mind?
My dead cat or the world,
gray shadows of the MAD?

I truly hate life.
As I truly avoid dying.
For being such a coward
cowboy and all alone.

The king of the assholes.
The king of the fool rodeo
that they call our century.
Might come back to my mom.

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