Look at the pictures you've gotten They're like signals from oncoming cars We're covered and caked from the last time I know it sounds weird, we collect it in jars 'Cause that's just the place that I wannabe The Watchmen: All uncovered.

Monday, July 24, 2006


What shall we do when we meet, I wonder.
Shall we shake hands?
or fall in love . . .

II
My life is paused
Where’s the play button on this damn thing
I can’t rewind anymore
Can’t play the same scene over again
You do not define me

posted by Shananagins at 5:10 PM

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