Thursday, July 24, 2008

Fighter Fire Flies

Kiss my ass.
I'm shining
See the light?

(chill that's enough poem right there... bout to write another...)

Sinner's Dinner

A knife to one's wrist give you your desert.
Blood red artichokes.
Forgive me for feeding you.
Feeding you sin.
Feeding you, sin.
So who's the sinner?
The loser or the winner?
Who lost?
Depends on who's wrist was cut.

Feast up.

To live or die is only one decision of many that life has to offer.
Decide on your choices...


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