Runaway Brain
A successful virus clinging to a speck of mud, suspended in endless nothing. And I love it.
Sunday, November 28, 2010
Humm
How am I supposed to know what to do?
The only time words come out of my mouth is when you're not listening.
I want all that, what they show on tv.
Id like to know what it means to me.
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