Tuesday, June 18, 2013

(The last line of this poem was spoken by Freakin Frankie)

Our religion of freedom
and death
Epic times of sex and destruction
our anthems screaming over the
radio

(speed: foggy boozed out slurred
motions
Hallucinogenic enlightenment)

Feet that have never touched the
ground

Thousands of takeoffs,
very few landings

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