Jun 05, 2004 02:04
Now would be a good time to start.
Let me climb aboard and wear some of next year's fashion.
Give me that beat on the face, let me taste the rhythm, create that potent venom to get back to 'em, those little blue eyes dancing in the crowd pumping loud to my strings, heart tangled verses tie my tongue twisted like the plot of a christmas movie staring Ron Jeremy, Spiraling and spinning collecting rings, flippin tales of seaboard adventures, a pair of old dentures, fearless ventures unto the great beyond my front door littered with trash, my ass wakes lazily, crazily my mind tumbles into another situation which I greet with inebriation, the elation of being slammed into a version of a punk rocker.
I fucked that up bad. It was good earlier.
I hate it when I don't get to complete a writing.
Tell a friend you love them.
Much love.