hello there,
is that a sun rising in your
destiny?
you have no friends, do you?
you only have your dream machine.
you're so pretty, you're so sweet
monotonous paste
i have nothing to give you...
what i am ahhhh what i am ahhhh what i am ahhhh what i am ahhhh.
Jan 26 2007 4:04 AM
the night is:
a sour stomach
pill wrists
that can't part from his palm
replies left
breathing things that are unreal
the retarded tongue demanding a taste of
clean water in this world's dirty hair
a dancer toweling the old nylon armpit
detatchable fingers
holding strings of fear
galleries of nudity --- idiot bones --- flat bodies
porches of droid behavior
...
one bottle of bubbly down, 3 to go.
hope you are all well.
xo
(unfinished)
