I want to lie facedown in the sand, without butt sex connotations, songs playing in my head and in the people around me, notes ringing out of neighboring eyes, ya know? while there's sometimes an off chord, we like it that way.
the girls in my photo class like to put rubber cement on their hands and peel it off when it dries. they have high pitched giggles from the fumes, but it's okay because they're hot.
the rhythm of my thoughts has been a little different the past few days. I am easily influenced by writers and their drug habits. also, that's chronic fatigue for you.
Posted by samantha at May 26, 2004 11:30 PM