my surroundings fill the canvas i carry on my sleeve- a melted snowman,a broken step, a torn suit are all images we've come into contact with in our life. i abuse these like ammunition to rifle, fuel to vehicle and wings to soar. we are limitless and timeless in thought- write on
Wednesday 7 March 2012
in the middle
I’m a backpacker that has prematurely
Been mounted upon the mantle stuck between
The constant chatter of my repetitively depressed transvestite
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