fresh

January 17, 2009

i bring my new virtue home, i’m on the run

these minimal movements, this sonic continence 

i fucked the brains out, viral typing and stroking fingers

i played insecure until i got injected

until i got rejected

until the new man got elected

now it’s up to my ass

 

hard wire, my fingers bleed, i’m on the run, 

from the metal and the cold and the game

nothing’s worth more  than the cause and the crisis

i played bonjour and bonne nuit

i need foot control

i need food control, no ivory tower

now it’s up to the croissant intolerance

 

i leave the unknown kings, i’m on the run

and try to live with the personal queen

my toes have a temporary numb home

dilletant, ready, steady wilderness, go

i need stories

i need stories and worries

now it’s up to the social

 

i’m on the run

soy

i’m on the run

soy

i’m on the run

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