Sunday, October 7, 2007

for never in fashion

while my brothers go on to their toilet break...

its this orange
you could be fevered with
its in the seed
we could sour within

saint francis you could cut me open
in the ideal world
come taste me inside out
seeking and picking
and singing and drought

drafted and halted
and strung around in this
bloodied flower
my ever lasting shower

can't resist the urge to herbal essence.
its orange flavour
is extremely appetizing
its like saint francis
doing a mambo in wonderland
and then cutting me open.

its not morbid if i am a fruitcake.

and iýam a fruitcake people.



morbidly funny.
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kaching, u don't know how much fuck ups to get this right.



this is captian oreo's guitar... hello dude, i put erm half a star below the bridge.. can see? eh the reflectionzz are a bit hardcore ah... i use powerful flash ah... plus shaky hands, but can see la ... okay cheeeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrrrssss

colours used, crimson alizarin, raw sienna, prussian blue, and asshole black.


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