Monday, December 27, 2010

Paint the town. Then blow a hole in it.

The sun hasn't gone down in weeks
and we haven't stopped moving in years
eat sand. spit lasers.
can't trust the water
can't trust a smile
your hair is singed and full of broken glass
twisted metal, bits of shrapnel stuck in my boot
every footstep is a chorus of angry noise



Get in the car. We've got miles to cover before we can sleep.

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