8:26 pm
One day until corruption. I hope the world falls down in a cloud of smoke while we stand on my roof and curse to the sky, pretending not to think about jumping.
Two days until waking. I hope a headache is pounding in my ears and we are strewn about the house, lovely faint memories tapping at my brain.
Three days until consummation. I hope the champagne bubbles formalities until we retreat to low light, finally celebrating the new year so it actually means something.
But how many days until New York?
Keep talking baby, because I love the way you sound.
Edit: Three strikes; I'm out.
Two days until waking. I hope a headache is pounding in my ears and we are strewn about the house, lovely faint memories tapping at my brain.
Three days until consummation. I hope the champagne bubbles formalities until we retreat to low light, finally celebrating the new year so it actually means something.
But how many days until New York?
Keep talking baby, because I love the way you sound.
Edit: Three strikes; I'm out.