slow down, i mean slow way the fuk down
i feel like a mouse pointer
pouring my soul out on a LED screen
cruising through the icons and clicking on scroll bars to my hearts content.
i feel like i have been over loading
electricity going through at a mile a minute
and my blue static electricity is cracking and poping in my hair
like an azure halo
i will slow down
where the hell am i going
im an idiot with no course to guide me
a pair of scissors in a junk drore
where is my mother?
i think she died in a river
jumped off a two foot bridge and cracked her head on some rocks
her blood pouring into the stream like a beautiful maroon cloud
and the brown speckled fish have a feast

06/28/2002

Posted on 06/28/2002
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