Wednesday, September 2, 2009

Who The Fuck Are You?

Five seconds into my life and you claim to know all the answers. But you seem as smart as a twig and have the personality to boot. Monotony thrives in your every movement and ignorance chimes in your voice. Getting head from a cheese grater would be better advice than the rancid, manufactured bullshit you feed me. My eyes see differently the yours. My hands feel things you'll never touch. They're walls keeping your worthless grief and militant thoughts out of my life.

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