red_star lidown that stupid poem that stupid boy wrote 030412 ... sab red star tattoo on a forearm on a street that was every street and every forearm and every boy in big black baggy pants and a pair of trainers eyes under a fringe of hatblack and boot black and rolling around the back was a singing chain, dancing in time with his hips ringed with a tartan boxer line conga line caffine line train line blank_ink_lines and empty lips 050606 ... nocturnal alright, who was it? you know what I'm talking about. 051008 ... pete he's mars, who knew, watching down as we walked through the door. 051008 what's it to you? who go blather from