Saturday, April 11, 2009

Under the beams; they were tired.



Conglomerate me with your managable weave.
Stoke out my flames in your moderate scene.
Lambaste me with your imperfect nipple circumference.
We sought out new ways of destroying this system, only to rediscover an old one not worth playing.
Modernisation is the new tact whilst children bend to the will of their teachers.
Embodiment of natural reactionary impulses, where fear is the new seed being marketed to teenagers. Youth group endeavour, which seems to be a spectacle for some.
This is the accessible programme, and you've ruined it.
Reference me on your job application so I can tell them the truth; about what a truly horrendous slut you've turned out to be.

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