| nirvānas milk it |
[Dec. 9th, 2010|09:54 pm] |
I am my own parasite
I don't need a host to live
We feed off of each other
We can share our endorphins
Doll steak!
Test meat!
Look on the bright side is suicide
Lost eyesight I'm on your side
Angel left wing, right wing, broken wing
Lack of iron and/or sleeping
I own my own pet virus
I get to pet and name her
Her milk is my shit
My shit it is her milk
Protector of the kennel
Ecto-plasma, Ecto-skeletal
Obituary every birthday
Your scent is still here in my place of recovery!
vo, man liekas, ka varbūt Kurtiņš būtu varējis vēl nedaudz apdeitot savus ģitāras skilus (lai gan, tas ir tikai loģiski, ka viņš nošāvās, ja jau viņam visu laiku sāpēja vēders), bet nu tekstu ziņā tur vairs tiešām nebija kur augt, pati pilnība 8) |
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