Tonight I'll cruise the city's veins.
I will paddle my way to its heart,
to destroy whatever it is that I can.
I'll burn the urchins
as they sleep in the cold.
I will breath fire to it's
slaves of the night life.
Hold fast to your bowels,
I had a long week
and this is my day off.
Over the potholes,
Elvis Costello plays on the radio:
"I can't do it anymore; and I'm not satisfied"
My thoughts exactly, Mr. Costello
1/21/08 2:24pm
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