I just want to listen to music through the headphones of the globe, I'll mix their screams with the cries of laughter. I'll cross over from obese greed and drown it in tragedy. I'll take one shot to a building and ignore the millions of bombs we drop to compensate for our more expensive lives. I'll bask in the glory of being able to eat the African families weight, malnourished and all. I'll parade around in clothes I don't need, expelling exhaust. "everything i could say would feed into insignificance"

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7.25.2009


I miss leather, music and accelerated speed
The emptiness of only the road and me
Other passengers like ghosts and echos as I fly
going wherever I wanted, when I wanted, freedom to ride.

Up to 18 carrying myself by foot
A couple tests and I'm pontiac aloof
a couple pills and beers and state st. 2006,
still drove her with a winking eye, an easy fix

At 21 legally allowed to drink,
2009 and my Mercedes slipped into the garbage disposal like soap into the sink.

Posted by Afflicted Wolf at 6:29 PM

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