Dec 10, 2007 21:28
waiting for the cars to come just to have a real reason to run
[history is an angel being blown backwards into the future]
you were the first surprise, before your initials you
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your initials spell disease and it fits you, blind invader, secret thief keep me captive. it fits you, i'm sick with you stuck with your hollow skeleton & alchemy, aerodynamics. i sling your skin over mine it fits you & your name. the inside of your elbow. blood like a sunrise. broken english hey child this city's knocking you around watching you swagger up out of it oh my star
[history is a pile of debris]
, before you you were this -mine? i keep licking my fingers you sound like fever and smoke feeding nectar, christening old starships. a rosary of teeth half-buried clicking down prayers for better blood, better bones. you move slowly like it's always summer where you are. it's only your voice that gives you away.