Wednesday, June 30, 2010

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writing songs
try to make contact
with another life form
a life force
but those phones
made of cans and string
just won't do the trick
and there's nothing more advanced
that i can create on my own
looks like
i'll never find a way out
trapped here forever
and i swear
only he can make webcam photos beautiful
thrashing around
he's into me
but the sound of his voice
leaves me speechless
maybe he's my contact?
the way i see it
is he's too perfect for this world
cans and string
sickening
writing songs
EPIC FAIL
WOOP WOOP
just try telling me
i'm wrong.

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