Thursday, 16 July 2009

Cryptic Cream # 1

When people begin to reveal themselves to me I hate it. I have tapes I don't listen to, pens I don't use. Except I must use them; I detest waste.
Hangovers are evil. Darkness is nothing special.
I hear my mother's crutches. This pen ruins my mind.

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