Kali Billi

I don't want to die because I am still waiting to be born.

Saturday, 10 November 2007

Baby

Bleed empty womb,
Receptacle of rubber-laden nothingness
Unashamedly, cursedly bleed
Posted by Kali Billi at 12:13

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I like being nothing and nobody.This way I get to be everything and everybody.
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