| 11/15/2004 01:06:00 AM |
[ siddhartha peas ]
*breathes* ... the physics ... *breathes* ... is killing ... *breathes* ... me.
lips slip away lighter than light
and throats float on wetter than water
who can tell what's wrong or what's right
when so much to fight
and we're all just bouncin' around in this lotter...yyyy.
we slip and we stumble
'til we can't really tell
what's gold and what's sand-
'cause there's a helluva-lot-a heaven
and a heaven-a-lot-a hell. |
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