Posted by
Metaphor Molly
| Tuesday, April 24, 2012
Nightmares.
Cop's hands in your last clean pair of underwear.
Pyramids instead of hips.
No Legacy.
My teeth can only shift so much before they chatter into paralis.
I live a life so fascinating, I have to investigate it. I have to understand it and share that knowledge with others. Music has done so much for me that I must say thank you and pay my respects. So I write.
The world is the truest story ever heard. It finds its way into my notebooks and I flip each page tenderly till the next chapter.
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