it was a blood soaked bodily fluid overflowing hectic mess of a life and a weekend, maybe the past 5 or six days. but as always there was a musical something flowing out through the ears and the souls of every body involved. here is the soundtrackn to the stories i will never write or tell:
battery:
someday you will die and somehow somethings gonna steal your carbon:
i will stay if you let me stay, and ill roam if you say roam, but i wont go far away, because your my only home:
go off to sleep in the sunshine, dont wanna see the day when its dieing:
color the era, film is historical:
more dread and drunk tales of hopelessness to come.
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