Tuesday, February 19, 2008

I'd like to

Push myself through the brick and plaster of the wall just there, in front of me

So that, just that, the things that are left, are the things that survive that

Teeth maybe, maybe sockets for my eyes, maybe bits of skull pushing through, maybe jaws, maybe teeth

And what's left will be enough to bite your fucking face off

I'm coming, I'm coming for you, Bêbe

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