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yeah, not good, but ots, and whatevs. leave links.

"diphenhydrafriendofmine"

transparent bones full of sorrow and woe pass through troubled skin
begging let not the outside in; implications dry, fraught with blurs and slurred lies,
even handfuls of pills and closed fingers around beer won't make anything clear.
i know what you've been doing here.
i know what you've been doing here.
i know what you've been doing here.

i am somebody, i am somebody, i am somebody, i am somebody, i am somebody, i am somebody,

i am some body.
i am aware.

i am some body poisoned with guilt and fear.
i am some body poisoned:

if everything is to end and we know it
then why don't we consistenly provoke it?
oh, how to propose such an idea to a discerning lush,
and how disheartening it would be;
how hard it would be to propose the idea of bloody knuckles and a broken hand,
how hard it would be to hold on to such a thing as a bottle full of pills,
how hard it would be to hold on to a flask of whiskey,
how hard it would be.

how hard could it be?
Last edited by Final at Oct 23, 2011,