Posted by thinkfast on February 5, 2004, at 17:23:45
streets stir, fold and envelop
this sticky rubber making rounds
possessed statues, stirring hastily
driven by the lack of patients
accepting these transactions
it's not ascendancy
just a requisite of placiditymindless wandering
behind a beat of tolerance
diluted blood screaming innocence
anxious, companionless
evading drives to shift again
but hidden mirrors endure oblivioncrystal coagulates, glistening black surfaces
emissions from accelerating continuously
exhausted concious regulation
sees a yellow sign of our side
warning the advance of passengers
the collision breathes the fuel again
poster:thinkfast
thread:309893
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