Feb 10, 2009 23:21
we'll burn the town red, tiny steamrollered piece of crap painted in concrete and grass colours, just to prove that there is more to this world than shallow apathy. all the way from grey skies, streaking kua fu's robes and ribbons firey into the tang sundroppy yolky drops of love, pl
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op op pop our buds open onlyjust to the agafarfardeetdeetbingagerager of eklec-citement, the stinging fever of desire and lust forbidden and held back by unnatural laws we've imposed on our natural minds and fertile bodies (why is abstinence safety, and safety from what, the mind or the body?). nothing's ever as perfect as in fantasy. you're like him, and he is like you when i see you, when i like you. are you my key, you l***l***l***? the word should be censored.. completion is not the perfect position
major-key accidentals. we're jogging jogging shinysunny shinking poking each other, three-legged race start to minuet finish, polish finish. let's not be part, let's be whole! millions of sunsets, we'll can let's save one alice was practising all the while just for this! excuse me!!!!! watch my frantic action. it's getting hard to pretend