sitting by the windowpane
in this bus which covers those sordid lanes
dodging glances to this winter rain
head plugged to MR curt cobain
getting over this menia of that last night dream
crawling in the scedule of my daily routine
struct once again out of reach of that elusive extream
as usual this all is a result of those stupid insomanic dreams
pyramids takes time , for they are not ordinary claims
phonix rise again challenging thsoe perisable flames
i"ll survive is wat gloria garner exclaims
these all thoughts make me go insane :\
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bang's in the head . disgust it may seem , but it certainlly is naive . loathing is blissfull n pristine , so have a go , embrace mee into ur loath's !
ecstacy of muteness :)
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