evandead
In my bare feetI rocked him to sleep.
With the saw of my blade
We’ll drink lemonade.
In the sun, I’d rest my drink on his back
And exclaim ‘how sweet’.
posted by ben at 2:10 PM
Sunday, November 13, 2005
In my bare feetI rocked him to sleep.
With the saw of my blade
We’ll drink lemonade.
In the sun, I’d rest my drink on his back
And exclaim ‘how sweet’.
3 Comments:
poor Evan... should we observe a minute of silence or sometihng?
ironically evan couldnt be taken home as he didnt fit in the car. so he returned home, reuintied with his brother at the tip. what an interesting exercise, being riteous that they threw away such a perfectly good chair, so i kept it a bit, it helped clutter my room, and then finally cut it up as i'd been meaning too, then left the broken chair in the same dumpster.
if that says something about life then i dont know what, but it should, shouldnt it?
you start life being whole and useful, but in the end you end up being useless and broken
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