3/14/2005

 

backsliding

 

Glehba
Blehara
Sayya

Kaya
May
Foarsenugen
Poopeniugen
Eatinglemon


He hung his head over the fence and forty five percent of
me/I wanted to punch his block off

What was I trying to say?

I moved forward slinky with stories of Bosnia and all those
Bodies in graves
Thinking back I canít even understand why I would want to think back
But it was there

Do you love me, can you love me I am pretentious, donít question my authority because I think,

I think I've seen it all