Tuesday, January 18, 2011

Why go up, when you can come down with me?
Are you really in that big of a hurry to die?
Slow it down, kitty cat.
 Life's more fun on this side of the alley.
The lilac lilly opens it's eye when
the sun comes up. Then as night descends
upon the land, it creeps it's tired head back.
And sleeps the night away.
A broken bottle smashed on the side
of a biker's head, who has been to jail on
various counts of injustice, most recently
because he had a misunderstanding with
johnny law, has more life then you.

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