*VIVA VOCE.

05.14.03 @ 6:50 pm

who the hell has time to die these days
fun filled with lost kisses, missed affirmations of what i'll never amount to
fingers failing to grasp eachother as we fall further and further out of touch [with reality it seems]
my fingers are in your hair baby but my heart is in your teeth
who the hell has time to love these days
sorrow filled with miscommunications
and it seems you love them and leave them
[fuck me without feeling]
the clocks that dangle from the walls hang crooked
but i guess they hang with meaning these days
empty time&empty souls
fingers type words but what do they mean anyway
sentence fragments are my only happiness
it's a digital blasphemy we're living in
in the 2k3
[i never expected anything to turn into this]


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SN–— M