Byromania this is the only way that dirty boys get clean with cakes and gin and decay cocaine and caffeine the mirrored ceilings, yeah, they really compliment the carpeted walls and what nice digs for a saint without a feast day ’tis a pity that what rises always falls the pedagogy of being at play is ideal to conceal what you feel while making your art and what it’s all about is the mass appeal ’cause fame, you know, she’s got a bleeding heart Share:ShareClick to email this to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Click to share on Skype (Opens in new window)Click to share on Telegram (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) Related May 1, 2012October 31, 2012 Categories: Poetry