Sunday, May 30, 2010

one day yr bones will tap you on the shoulder

life
is
a
game
of
hide
&
seek
w/yr
own
skeleton

as
soon
as
yr
born
it
starts
counting
&
you
learn
to
crawl
&
walk
&
run
from
it

all
you
ever
do
is
a
form
of
hiding
from
it

until
one
day

no
matter
what
land
yr
in

how
big
yr
house
is

no
matter
how
many
sticks
of
furniture
you
own

how
much
horsepower
the
engine
is

no
matter
what
yr
uniform

yr
bones
will
finally
find
you

tap
you
on
yr
shoulder

&
you'll
become
IT
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