to look like a liveable endeavor.
overpopulation eyesores everywhere.
can't find a spot where you
don't see an electrical line
ruining the sunset.
why can't we be like lemmings?
i know plenty of cliffs
to jump off,
and plenty of people
i wouldn't mind seeing
take a tumble...
some need help,
a stone to stumble on,
call it fate,
a word to mumble...yawn.
|Poetry||2003-05-23||"just a whim"|
|Poetry||2003-05-24||ever hear the phrase....|
|Poetry||2003-06-19||why's it always gotta have a title, man|
|Rant||2003-06-20||Conspiracy Theory: number one eight seven.|
|Poetry||2003-07-18||all the way to coral bay...|
|Poetry||2003-07-18||a human skull in the room can be a great motivational factor|