tricky trickerton

Jul 13, 2006 12:10

wastrels. tricksters. you speak to me in riddles. rhymes. no wonder i don't know what the fuck is going on. here. there. follow the maze. in and out. it's a race. to what? where's the ending? fucking tricksters. so the cards say. you cackle. arms around my shoulders. body pressed into mine. as the mushrooms kick in. peak. inside me. i see what's really there. your laugh echoes. realize. you are one i love. one of them. and goddamn you for being that. the words go in circles. you can't even bring yourself to show up. wednesday boyfriend. doesn't she know? that's my day. one day. to get you. for what it's worth. just one. not much. to be in my life. make me feel more than i think. show me a light. hope. of some sort. in men. because it's dissipated. i'm losing what it's really all for. for some reason, trickster, you are one of my favorites. in this life.
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