Howling tears with a puckered brow in the sinful part of town

June 13th, 2011

Howling tears with a puckered brow in the sinful part of town

by Rubbish Bearded Man

 

On the brink of success until the sun comes down, the theme in your pants becomes a blacker shade of brown. Assassinated your thoughts and dumped them in the lake.

Howling tears with a puckered brow in the sinful part of town.

Trying to crawl away from the spiders on the street, can’t stand or run – too heavy on your feet, and dizzy with lack of sleep or anything to eat.

Howling tears with a puckered brow in the sinful part of town.

Always absent from where you’d willingly be. Impossible to be happy for long when your psyche is always out of bed, and you tiptoe through a quarry of abstract led.

Howling tears with a puckered brow in the sinful part of town.

Resistant continuum of veiled sentiment. Persistent incredible derailed merriment. Wading in the small remains of ever-decreasing innocence.

Howling tears with a puckered brow in the sinful part of town.

 

 

Office clerk.

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