call it one chance for a few...

[fursinvenus]

i'm in love w/ you...the idea of you...the loss of you...and suddenly the paper is straight and clear...upright against the table...to draw on...suddenly a desperate boy picks up his bucket and paints out a dismantled slaughtering of form and politics...green staples against a report for the ages...writting in time w/ a color i can't seem to latch upon...a color like the whiter shade of pale...paranoia sittings under a white umbrella and a date w/ a toothbrush...suddenly i'm all up in a ball w/ nowhere left to crawl...your decisions are never known...just baited...into a large array of false prophets and jingle jams...rock star values as the girls get hot and are left to hang above a thin rope of doubled sided temptation...jingle jam starlight and professinal porn star creditionals...we're sinking in further and further to the idea of a girl actually loving a conartist like me...is it really just the way i always wanna sound out soft n sleepy...find me a pillow as i tell you of a slurred story to contentment...dreamed out a few words i couldn't possibly remind you of later

...i'm in love w/ the idea of love...a simple and solid foundation of reality beyond that of my own corruptive imagination...i'm in dire need of a something to hold and estinguish'...furnace the fury that binds itself to a cause...never letting go...this idea of love is forever young...cherished and old...brought through by a silver chain of handlebars and black ruber elevator belts...the smell of a new car and a january christmas tree...the earliest waking hour on a beach overlooking a horizon unfit for the guilty eyes of freedom...i can't help but to wonder how it feels to actually feel...actually trust w/ all your heart

this very second...i don't feel as lost as i do lonely...and i don't feel as lonely as i do alone...

but its all about to pass...

eventually