10.12.2012
we will grow younger
we tumble in on wheels of glitter bullshit and bliss. .i smell you, drenched peppermint, and the burning linen essence of clothes of tomorrow, the fabric she likes is frayed,find my hands next to a candle that bites if you blow it, pinch it out, always and forever, are words that never remain.. pink grease, black satin teas and yellow bellied lies you spit truth between broken teeth. i cant help that im scittish, that i spell upwards and speak with my head down. we never conversate i think i'd rather have cheese to grate.
dont sip your soup, chug it with the group. we are stimulation starving, the nimble feet above my head are now stomping.
should i rave alone tomorrow night? twice again, im getting out of the only music people have to overcome the human form to dance to. my form is free, moves to the chords you've pressed with ease. I have life to do and sentences to say. the sky's not being spontaneous the way its spun into gray, we will swim in each dripdrop like girlhood in May. hop the fence, hit my shin with a wence.
Brown eyes resonate with neutral blue we can't be color frugal. Ginger is my girlfriend. she's a crystal gritty fear traveling through my inner atmosphere.
dementia tangled her hair, my fingers far from queer. The only boy i know, hears exactly what i miss. he uses my wits and contact lens when i become like syrup on the throne of sleep.
the only time we get deep, is when i meet him under a current of harps and sharp bubbles we've permeated the water with so much imagination and let it bend us green. young is what i mean.
dont sip your soup, chug it with the group. we are stimulation starving, the nimble feet above my head are now stomping.
should i rave alone tomorrow night? twice again, im getting out of the only music people have to overcome the human form to dance to. my form is free, moves to the chords you've pressed with ease. I have life to do and sentences to say. the sky's not being spontaneous the way its spun into gray, we will swim in each dripdrop like girlhood in May. hop the fence, hit my shin with a wence.
Brown eyes resonate with neutral blue we can't be color frugal. Ginger is my girlfriend. she's a crystal gritty fear traveling through my inner atmosphere.
dementia tangled her hair, my fingers far from queer. The only boy i know, hears exactly what i miss. he uses my wits and contact lens when i become like syrup on the throne of sleep.
the only time we get deep, is when i meet him under a current of harps and sharp bubbles we've permeated the water with so much imagination and let it bend us green. young is what i mean.
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