Sunday, February 5, 2012

Holy You

The verbal satire of a pivotal action in the life you live. The actions of that life erupting into a clockwise spin of whirl wind promises and inspiration. This is a cushion of all you ever wanted. All you've ever needed soon dissolves into residential places and your scenic route becomes a war zone of money and the language of money. Chirping at different hours of the night wanting, always wanting. The need and want begins to merge and there soon becomes no difference because the fight is all the same. Everything coming down to a pretty penny, and the cost of this and the cost of that do not value the entire value of what is valuable to you. but i would throw it all into a fountain on a wish to get to you. 

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