Thursday, July 15, 2010

My Patch.

Like a smoking jacket, I got some patches,
Some I farm, some are protected with hatchets.
Ego self love mutilated razor masturbation,
Cos the last identification I recieved from the boys at Flinders Station, it's obvious to the culture you are the laughing stock of the nation.
Cause for elation, a cause for effect, affected by the titanic ritual, I rocked hand me downs that didn't fit me well.
Straight From Hells Kitchen,
Unstoppable Posse.

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