no one had told you
the sun only shined while
the moon was on vacation.
they should have.
you could have taken
those glasses off.
but you were naive
in assumptions, in ascertaining
the metallics with which
you burned your own holes.
your ribs will heal.
your heart hasn't lost much.
but you flailed that night,
with your arms outstretched,
praying to a foreign god and
indulging your vodka bottle.
you said it helped you sleep at night.
you said it was your goodluck charm.
you said lots of things,
like the time you were naked in the snow,
shivering, tripped out on mushrooms
and muttering things like,
"it feels like a koala bear
shit a rainbow in my brain!
Ooo.. the colors!" then fell face first
in your own piss.

so this is what you've become:
whitewashed, and sold-out.
this is what it means to be nothing.

12/04/2003

Author's Note: ACTUAL topic: "it's like a koala bear crapped a rainbow in my brain." and gabriel my dear boy, you're *SO* going down.
written in under three minutes, no editing. bring it.

Posted on 12/05/2003
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