Name:
Anonymous
2010-06-29 19:43
My consciousness is a knot of notions,
tied in my childhood,
while I was naïve enough to trust.
Having spent my life climbing the sacred mountain,
I now throw myself down.
There was no sactity to be found.
They're lying to you.
Name:
Anonymous
2010-06-29 21:49
Travel the forbidden roads, write bad poetry.
Name:
Anonymous
2010-06-29 22:14
>>3
Complain about people, don't accomplish anything yourself.
Name:
Anonymous
2010-06-29 23:30
I went into the wood one day
to see what I might find.
There was a little fairy with a tight behind
and then I turned quite gay.