Apr 24, 2006 23:37
Accuse me of victimized grandeur
Living for thunderous applause
Toying with the decidedly deformed
Accuse away.
I can't expect the world to be my Mr. Rogers
But I can toss my translucent petals in the air
Every chance I get
No need to wait for anxious nana's back to turn.
I belong to the church of 80% sincerity.
Play the game, but retain mystique.
Retain mystique.
Retain mystique.
And always face forward.
Blog. Friends. Only.
Period.