||[Sep. 12th, 2006|06:55 pm]
D I R T Y S K Y D U B
A crater where your home used to be.|
A jetting stump where your head used to be.
You see, when I dream, it's in smothered hot fits and starts, brightly lit white tiled rooms smeared with blood, wash soapy red water and teeth down the basin, Stephen Colbert in a gore-slick labcoat, hands sticky. And this is the safe place.
And it might be alright if it weren't for the sound of giggling children. What the fuck?