Sunday, 31 August 2008

  • Poem

    For the record.
    This isn't mine.
    I found if on the internet.

    fuck the poets of the past, my friends.
    there are no beautiful suicides
    just cold corpses with shit in their pants
    & the end of the gifts.

    It helps.



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