CrackHouse
They all dressed alike in Red of changing shades they hold hands and walk in there where Angels fear to tread stepping Preaching with the feet Salvation of the Differance like Lucifer and Baldour eating hard rock candy with teeth that have never been cracked. They smoke they ENTER Crack Crack they Crack. Then they Crack some more and Crack some other people. Then they Crack for more. They shoulder Crack bags on Straps. They Strap Crack on Shoulder bags. They Crack Strap bags on Shoulders. Then they Crack. CRACK. Crack. Once more they crack. Down wind at the Crack House.
Friday, April 10, 2009
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