Monday, 22 February 2010


Ooze what you believe in.

From your head to your toes.

Leak it through every God forsaken pore in your body.

Spill it from your mouth, let it moisten your tongue.

Count on it to be your guide.

Chase it through storm and wind to the ends of the Earth.

Collect its berries and drink the juice.

Darken the doors and lighten your heart.

Belong to your fears and live through the turmoil.

For Hookies back and death be long gone.

A memory of once was a spit of a name.

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