#1
People slide along chairs
Sweating, rustling, talking
Queued to defy God
The weakest way they can
Looking for somewhere to sit still
They want numbness
Subdued with paperback novels
Grains of fool's gold line our toes
Just like on the postcard
Soaring towards skin cancer

We're just waiting to touch the sky
So why run away?
I play by my own rules. And I have one rule; There are no rules... but if there are, they're there to be broken. Even this one.


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#3
Yeah, it's pretty disconnected, I just reeled it off. I'm definitely going to edit it a lot, I'd just like preliminary thoughts.

Anyway, I'll get to yours later, lunchtime now.
I play by my own rules. And I have one rule; There are no rules... but if there are, they're there to be broken. Even this one.


Confused? Good.

Quote by CrucialGutchman
Sigs are wastes of my precious screen space.

^ Irony

Quote by RevaM1ssP1ss
LET ME HUMP YOU DAMMIT