we could have stayed put.

Mar 03, 2008 - 08:38 AM PST

whatever it is it hasn't been friendly. cuts to the inside of eyes and liner note appologies don't add up to a single damn thing. they say if it wasn't true than the road would be barren. the smell of flowers should be enough while reading last rights and holding a torch. somethings inside that has been there for long, analytical mime acts. a quiet little devil. gah mirror mirror puddle. up to the waist up to the waist. follicles breathe easier back to back, our spines fit like jigsaw puzzles. rib dancers. you've the face of a bull and i've the shit inside. insecurities abound, or. like a lion eating fish. he's a belly full of hooks, bite down. i would preffer not to start over. you're real cute. you've a nice smile. you had a head full of laughs and good insights. caring provocateur. intimate starship. yet late it's an irritation cluster fuck and too many stay off signs. it's too early to hold on to something that's already analyzing lung volume and filling up pitchers. and i'm too young for a celibate relationship and a stress drama life, fun is what i want. anarchic off the wall over the top no tommorow thoughts excitement. life looks better running down the road alone like a maniac than worrying about a misplaced word hand or look. what the fuck is wrong with one of us[a]. as if throwing in the political stance will deter you from dropping the blade of quality on my fucking head.

i don't even understand myself anymore.