Down in the hiding cells

playing here and there

with this and that



Muddled mundane subtle atmosphere



Points of interests

intersections

Again and again they catch my eye



Paralyzed below the neck

This will be my San Francisco treat



Call me up

when times are empty

phones are perfect

for jamming the windpipe



Made your ankles touch

your ribs last night

and I'm pretty sure

you've never been hit by a car

Or at least not one as clean as mine



This baby's a clean machine

Fire engine red and the works

And after 236 more payments and

the hope that they never find your body

It'll be mine and you'll still be floating

01/18/2008

Posted on 01/19/2008
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