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By Misti Date: 2001 Sep 10 Comment on this Work [[2001.09.10.00.36.26767]] |
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dried glue on my fingers late to bed again another sacrifice Sonic ice doesn't work like it did before no more trips to the store got the magazines and groceries and blowup T-Rex punchbag tomorrow night will be sedate at this rate I'll never be Edna Zelda, maybe but never Edna I drop names like everybody else I wash clothes at the laundromat I make nice and touch your neck then blow it all to heck with my fury so out of nowhere so like the stars of our tornado videos no canyons for the echoes alas I'm a troubled lass asking for a season of senselessness parole from the expected get thee behind me jesus I'm not begging for forgiveness. |