Timothy

Jack's Twisted Kingdom
2008-08-25 03:53:05 (UTC)

die me, dichotomy

slot loaded. brimstone eaten. richter rocked.
it's the fine dining taken to the short stock.
we all crush up the sardine packed ramparts.

go left.

I go back to where it all began, and trudge up
the hill and make do with whatever comes my way.
one hopes for rain, one gets snow crested lillies.

go right.

stay the course, live in the dreary dulldrums of
piss poor dreams and calcified remains of something
thats, relatively, unremarkable, and uninteresting.




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