Tuesday, February 17, 2009

There is no sanity in what we do. But how we do it? Well, there is no sanity in that either.

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Sing your noise
to your headless god
pagan and pink
preaching blood and cold
to the choir.
here I sit silent.
jesus in a pawn shop
and the devil won't bid
on what's left of me.

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