Monday, August 13, 2007

Blood Red and Forever Blue

I feel pretty heavy. Like I just “POW! hmmm watcha say’d” all over everyone.

It’s not the best, maybe it’s better to turn the other check and then remember.

But I can’t get the damn taste of that warm and salty milk out of my mouth.

Born with calloused feet and dexterous hands. A predisposition contained in my blood that nations and religions are built on.

What’s in an idea? What’s it worth to you?


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