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So you traded her in for a better looking brand

a disposable tan, biodegradable hands

Created on 2004-06-16 18:26:44 (#3508562), last updated 2005-04-12

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Name:	¤ MaNdUhH ¤
Birthdate:	03-24
Location:	Pensacola, Florida, United States
Website:	Geejay

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LOVE RHYMES WITH HIDEOUS CAR WRECK

Those tire tracks zigzag your torso like a Devil's self portrait. The car accident, the skin graft treatmeant, the flower baskets, the wincing relatives. You bid her farewell then you got in your car and that's the last thing that you can recall. & when they pulled you out, you didn't know your name. Exploding semi-truck blurred your face with flame. You met Jane four years ago today, dancing at some vomit-stained frat party. Her newspaper gown, glowing headline brown, her violent gypsy dance, her tired underpants. Love love love love love love, love love love love love love... rhymes with pity now. Love love love love love love, love love love love love love, rhymes with sympathy. Jane let you touch and feel her, she was so free like a pineapple in a tree. You said it's dangerous, to be so intimate. You know it's dangerous, dangerous, dangerous. Jane said when she she laid on her back the sun hit her body like an ugly landscape. But some things never get better, like used cars and bad livers. So you traded her in for a better looking brand, one with fake porno tits, a pad lock on her lips, disposable tan, biodegradable hands. Back at the hospital you got no visitors at all, she visits you in your sleep, but that newspaper gown is always on fire. She met him a week after you left her, when you tossed out her touch to the garbage collector. He talked her out of the skirt in his beer-soaked apartment, and they did all the things you never said that you wanted. And the sirens are laughing underneath your skull, and your thoughts are turning dull, callous and cold. Yesterday you gave your burden a name. Yesterday you gave your burden a face. But your burden looks an awful lot like her. Love love love love love love, love love love love love love... rhymes with pity now. Love love love love love love, love love love love love love, rhymes with sympathy.