[ .the.hungry.earth,chalking.in.circles. ]
circles, mind going in circles, walls a whitewash of our codes our calling, rocking to-and-fro, as its coming on, mouths and mircles, screaming, crawling inch by inch, over water ruined surfaces, down here in the hungry earth, the sketches out of my brain, the shaking hands cannot stop, and only exhaustion lets me sleep, before the fingers wake, and find the filthy chalk, and start my scratching once again.
(f*nd me, please find *e.)
© Bryan McLean June 13, 2010
080/100:2 dƏmons
circles, mind going in circles, walls a whitewash of our codes our calling, rocking to-and-fro, as its coming on, mouths and mircles, screaming, crawling inch by inch, over water ruined surfaces, down here in the hungry earth, the sketches out of my brain, the shaking hands cannot stop, and only exhaustion lets me sleep, before the fingers wake, and find the filthy chalk, and start my scratching once again.
(f*nd me, please find *e.)
© Bryan McLean June 13, 2010
080/100:2 dƏmons
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