2004-09-22 - 2:04 a.m.
fell asleep last night to craves of hush
Words properly conceived into my eardrums. Feathered and neon. I'm feeling so good , yeah.
My blue screen reads to me, yes. I lay on a couch across the medium sized room with two cats sprawled on an oriental rug.
That was a descriptor for the ones who know I write vague. And to the rest of you...what rest? he he.
This brilliance can't dim it is growing like an old school lump in my throat or blink of my eye when I would try to speak or look away from you. But oh oh oh , I've got it bad. Yes I said bad. "Insanity runs in my family" - Polar-bear
love it up boys. Rock the life out of each stone. The bruises have grown...away.
So let's disappear into some land of chance or seldom sought for long enough to devour. I'll meet you there; you take me there.
I'll meet you there; you got to take me there.
I'll love you there; I 'll meet you there; I'm living there it's been such a mirror-broke ink set of years, my dear.
Or shall we dance? "But no one will dance will us.. oh oh oh." - Pavement
