Aug 04, 2008 12:49
Last night my dreams were falling
out of my ears
so I laid on my left side and covered
your bed with diseases and regret.
I rolled over in the flood and flushed them out
with thoughts of 100% white grape peach
juice, owning, a small, local shop and being patronized by the rich so when the time
came to sell the shop, i could eat vegan foods and support young ideas.
My new tires have whiskers and a girl in New York fell 14 stories down a chimney and if that janitor had it swept the two feet of soot wouldn't have saved her. They say seeing your newborn will make you weep but I really just want to get old and comfortable. No joke, there is an Anarchist coffee shop.
"I'd like a Cafe Breve light sugar and vanilla please."
"Fuck you."