Thursday, February 10, 2011

and the wind blows over the grain, but why haven't you changed.


And i throw my head back and howl in laughter, along with my close little pack of wolves.
Insipid. Insipid. Insipid.
And in the perfect sound of apathy. MEH.
Ironically, I never knew bland coffee could still amuse me.

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