Red Rot ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- everything that feels good to me pulses pulses is kind of a dirty word, but i dont mean it im just thinking about my heartbeat at the shows of my youth, so loud that it moves your head and pounds your chest and racks your body im just thinking about my feet tingling after all day up in shoes meant to kill you, a million girls fated to sexy deaths just about running until i cant breathe but i guess im wrong, not everything: nothing pulses but your heart, which is connected to so many things really 10:23 p.m. - 2006-05-11 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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