that exquisite sadness
Two cuts, too parallel. Toothpaste, a mixture of blue sand and sugar frost. Dreams of a violin. Effervescent rubies, (Mars), fury in the veins. Lalala, Jesus. It's just that, a lot of girls compare themselves to Angelene. Not too many girls can mean it literally. They all mean they are the prettiest messes you have ever seen. I mean the other thing.
I asked drella what planet she was. She said she was a star. This reminded me of something I found between the pages; a means of putting people in the boxes. Frankly I prefer just to pocket people but we'll play along.. There are the stars and there are the moons. Some generate their own spark; these are the stars. Some simply borrow their light. These are the moons, the Ophelias. What are you?
p.s. Which instrument should I play? Mother says the violin, some other punk says a flute. Others say guitar and I say harp. & the triangle.