destruction and introspection ride in on the same breed of white horses razed in pussy ranch dilattante plantation
like conceptual art, but not.
a new thought wave of purple seas and chocolate shortage overflow, clinging clinging clinging not to rocks of reason but of the ebb and tides of loss of thought of this mystical allusion to mental capacity. struggling so hard to make nonsense with proper spelling, fantatic fantatic.
guns n roses on my radio...
... that awkward stream of smudged eyeliner across my knuckles. pins and needles, let me prick you clean, let me pick you apart like this fucking drama queen you want me? an empty wallet and a hard place. goodbye again? how are these monitorings sliding in ice cube confectionaries- like eels or like shunned exes?
Oh, god. (no capital g for you babe)
I need to find my way to warmer nights. To forge fire in blackened skies, let stars burn under my skin. Change and shake these dusted frosting mires from my limbs enfettered. give a toasty midnight superglue fix to the heart in mine. my sonic beat is tuned so close to frequent frequencies of
I can hear it, and it makes me cry. drizzle pre-coital tears along my cheeks, apologetic for this... broken. no more? dyslexia is funny, when it isn't you.
I am going to scream, you are going to hear it. I am going to scream, you are going to know it. Me.
Posted by samantha at March 21, 2004 01:40 AM