Monday, April 7, 2008

TriNitroToluene in my little Head

Worthless values

Where’s the last air for me?

Everything you do is everything I hate

Greedy landlord makes us suffer

Try to mess with me

He keeps aiming a hole in my head.

Pretending to be cool

But, you’re a dull!!!

Bring me back to the Trinitron toluene

All the good stories were just histories.

New battery is a late destruction process.

Bribe the horses…

Sour grapes would tell

Which one is the bravest?

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