August 2008 archives

i can taste metal in the air tonight. that's not a riot it's a feast let's eat. sleep is all i ask. no need to be alone. maybe once or twice one of them smiles at me. oh what a mess it's just to leave it. listen to the girl as she takes on half the world. area code 08 at 08:08 on 080808. smells like cheap creem cheese. but on another i can't relate.