lord of song
(and maybe there's a god above

but all i ever learned from love

was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you)




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Posted on: Saturday, June 27, 2009
Posted at: 8:01 PM

Call me a sinner, call me a saint

Tell me it's over I'll still love you the same















Mom just walked into the room. Handed me a fruit.

'Poisoned Apple,' she said gleefully.

I stared at the retreating figure.

After her words had registered, I stared at my apple.

A minute later, then: 'Holy fuck on a stick.'