it's so easy for us to sit together, but it's so hard for our hearts to combine..
somehow/somewhere between a decent show and a mostly okay alright i guess but not crunk party and a ridiculously warm ride and wet bike home and arriving to morrissey i'm just enveloped in sensuousness. it seems.
i've found a new way home. it's lansdowne.
but no one to come home to, alas. so the sensuous fritters away in a flickering glow.