Pile the bodies high at Austerlitz and Waterloo.
Shovel them under and let me work -
I am the grass; I cover all.
And pile them high at Gettysburg
And pile them high Ypres and Verdun.
Shovel them under and let me work.
Two years, ten years, and passengers ask the conductor:
What place is this?
Where are we now?
I am the grass.
Let me work.
2002-02-26 - VOX
2002-02-25 - pull this thread as i walk away
2002-02-22 - blah blah bleh
2002-02-15 - The littlest hibachi
2002-02-13 - Wednesday afternoon, wish i was watchin' cartoons. Or inhaling balloons...
2002-02-12 - Wild on Ana
2002-02-07 - Band Dork
2002-02-06 - Indigestion
2002-02-06 - Ms. Smith goes to Washington
2002-02-05 - Free bread and games
2002-02-01 - dirty sheets (requiem for the descendants)
2002-01-31 - cute boys, stupid bosses
2002-01-29 - conversational snippet
2002-01-29 - Tuberculosis Ward
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