Nov 19, 2006 22:33
i was slammed into the table, spool, coat wrack, beverage drop, and popped again. lost it. lost my guts and showed yet-to-be-believers what not to have faith for. im 20 seconds behind everyone now. i keep looking at the nice eyes that used to be nice and hope they can show me back how good i look. im not looking so good and you sure can tell. the cloth is covetted, in the yarn she can spin, the cellars she can rent, and hearts she will win.
lain smothers my volume and has thee answer for everyone. thank you for being unstoppable. the owlet spawn of a black cat brood. the meow that spoke with mother-tounge hips and slang monstrous plants to pot beneath her heels
simon
all prosetry aside - thank you for not cuffing me out my shirt. i done got humbled by two tears of big boy mutineers. i noticed your uncanny way with knowing what your talking about and talking it. you are a credit to your humblest acquaintances im sure. sure because i sure might be.
good afternoon.