26 September 2012
Mentally ill, yet another grey pill, For how can you breathe if there's no time to kill, Not a second to spare, just a blur of bright air, A crescendo of colours whips hues through your hair.
COLD C o f f e e s t a i n s a n d O f f i c e p a p e r s D a r k a n d l i f e l e s s P l a s t i c c a p e r s SHARP TastesAndFlavoursFused TogetherFormingMerging WithThe Weather
|icy|shivers| CLOCKduthWHIRR ~the~words~you~speak~ *å*šhâłlöŵ*śłūr*
R u n r u n c h a s i n g fastasyoucan You can't catch me I'm the CORPORATE MAN
No Time To Breath • Opuss № I