other_peoples_homes
skinny
heres
a
dumb
poem
i
just
wrote
after
listening
to
the
flaming
lips
all
day
the
house
was
so
warm
and
the
air
was
so
rich
and
thick
smelles
like
diapers
and
spaghetti
sauce
from
an
incense
stick
Our
blood
was
red
we
could
tell
In
the
home
made
from
a
tree
eating
vegetables
ripe
and
fresh
from
the
sea
Our
lifes
become
so
sober
freshness
will
always
fade
and
laundry
spice
cant
fill
your
lungs
,
not
really
040602
...
pete
i
live
in
..
040603
...
minnesota_chris
basement
dwellers
unite
!
040603
...
pete
*raises
his
coffee
mug
in
salute
*
040603
...
silentbob
hard
to
sleep
in
040603
what's it to you?
who
go
blather
from