September 28, 2009

  • Polly's Phone Prank

    mood: :9 :9 :9 ~ best of luck for AFI's new album Crash Love
    current song: Fainting Spells - AFI
    it's monday september 28, 2009 <~~>
    c'est le lundi vingt-huit(?) septembre deux mille neuf
     

    Little Polly Prank Called The Wind Again
    Posing As a Chaser Of Those Dreams
    So Often Advertized, the Bait for Agony
    Preaching Belief Will Be Your shoelace to Anywhere
    These Strings Made of Sugar Crystals
    Dissolving Faster Than You Climb the Vertical Infinity

    Plan B is Faith, Your Holographic Saving Grace
    The See-Through Nets to Save Your Listless Form
    Flung off The Edge of The Razor-Sharp Precipice
    The Ones Angels say, "Always Toe, Never Stray"
    Your Mind sees the abyss below and screams,
    "FAUX PAS ON THE TRANSLUCENT WING-ED THINGS!"

    The Wind calls 911, A Flame Picks up the Phone
    Dismal chuckles, "How Does My Corruption Grow?"
    Wind Panics, Chimes Chant "Hail Doesn't Play Nice"
    Successors, Repressors, Melt and Solidify the Struggle
    "More shoelaces," Angels say, Some Trip While others Hang
    "Hello," Its Polly Once More, "I'm at the Top, its empty..."