From: aztec260@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: run
Date: Mon May 23 05:52:27 1994
Run into the dark allys and sewers
the gutters and junkyards.
Run into the shards and thistles
cutting, cutting, deeper, deeper
pain makes life real.
Pain keeps the real so in your face that you want to puke,
vomit the emotion for it away.
The only thing that keeps you sane are the pill and
liquids that will make the real such a welting and melting
joke.
Run if you think that it helps
hide you.
Shield you from the weight of life,
and the only release, death.
Run the fuck away,
go hide you sick and rotting creature.
Only then can you save yourself.
So run
Run