| Bullshit Oblivion calls spiking the ready air we breathe did the raid leave behind anything? or did they leave that one candle that one light we cannot have in any other room but here i want light of some kind out of sight and out of mind strangling weeds struggled to survive but damned they thrive amongst the bullshit you spared when that fig tree rose again after its death your fornication a placenta now feeding its roots I love you, such raped words and I hate myself just as much ~shalome � 2004 |