To Vomit the Undigestible

Thursday, May 01, 2008

i broke into your world, your fucking obscene poetry where beauty is the sunrise, where the steam of coffee cupped in cheap white styrofoam paints mosaics in the air, where the smoke laced morning mist is breathing cigarettes like second hand opinions, its just a picture fucking perfect storybook creation, what costume did love have on anyway?

1 Comments:

  • that's pretty contradictory...aren't all these 'metaphors' you use representing a lot of 'beauty'??

    i don't like metaphors. they're like white lies.ugh.

    By Blogger sharanx182, at 4:52 AM, August 31, 2008  

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