Mittwoch, 18. Januar 2017


this spaceship´s full of rats
mend with the vicars gown
ducktape, plasters, mull
fueled by boredom
fuel by dread
sour milk on wooden floors
broken jars and unlocked doors
chaos caught in sturdust clouds
flying by
flying far
flying high
crashing cars
is all that s left of us
we need a stop at the tentacle station

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