i may be slow but i can kick like a crocodile
the children have the wrong names
the long hard road to recovery
you could hear the clang when i hit bottom
she doesnt know what additives i put in
you'll have to bear with me I'm trying to make something you can't sell
the yelling tongue of a strangled cock
I'm looking for the car park
trying to pull my feet out of the goo
my eyes looking back into my brain medulla
Davos
18.46, 26.01.13. misc draft © Lizarikk, All Rights Reserved
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