trees got me down black is the deepest and darkest color it reflects the pain beneath my soul what is my soul? those who have to ask don't know man. a fool for a client is my best friend's lover a pierced scrotum aint no scrote at all i wore a cape to high school muthafuckah didn't need no thirty round clips i had my muthafuckin 'tude dude but when i saw veronica's eyes dive in between the battleship of lockers i softened like butter. i'm talkin butter on the counter baby... not no refrigerated shit. oysters on the half shell all the cliches within her... were strangled. stifled in an encumbered chunk of viscous buttery goo encyclepedic knowledge was her forte` her soul: darth vader an insidious mixture of life... and gloom dark roots reaching towards her grave cumbersome breath.. her chest heaves anon - fertilized by rotting flesh the leaves turn brown they fall Please, if you're not laughing, you should be (well, I did). This was something that three people wrote, everyone getting a turn. (yes I was one of them). I'm not sure which was me now.. Please Register or Log in to view the hidden image!