The Ghost of Wild Pride

By Riggs
Date: 5 April 2001

The Ghost of Wild Pride

Wouldn't you couldn't you care a lot not me not mine but just the same possessive obsessive regressive at heart fake textured melancholy amazingly unfazingly all my own mind. Act like a fool but you no longer care race you three times but you'll still beat me there laugh at the semi aristocrat heroes with gorgeous green islands young girlfriends with diamonds dripping from every apendage. Wouldn't you couldn't you care if i don't fly like a Pan just cos you can in a magical sky on a skyrocket high never believing perception's raw screams there has to be more than apocalypse dreams always so different and always so wild conjuring up a smoky eyed child with hate in his eyes and love in his veins scream all you like but the image remains See if you manage to act like a teen like a tripped out Tom Green kill on a whim trapped not within pushing cracked tin up a precipe coated with strawberry ice freezing to death hurts and tastes nice.

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