Fancy that the wild dreams
bewildered by snow
(and over and out)
were tumbling down
All over my head
toppling over
A tossed salad?
The humanity of driving
across the fields
Beyond what you and I can imagine, even
Beyond the dreams of cemetaries
sleeping the night away
Awaiting the ressurection
I am the light and I will shine through every ass
It was really fucking disturbing
Why would they, though?
Toss that salad
The day we got lost at the cemetary
And then later we found out
that Eric had died
It seemed horrifying to me
But I guess that's the only way
to reach out to everybody
(från USA-resan)
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