Brewing tears, tears of a noble man. Bubbling deep into the tiny pours like an overdue pimple. Waiting for its time to expell over delicate skin, staining its path with its humble grace. Fool to the fool itself, reaching blindly through morning light, reaching for nothing; noble man of tears, tears brew.
Panda Dumpster · Wed Mar 15, 2006 @ 06:15am · 1 Comments