cataract

Dec 21, 2005 03:08

You're laying down again.
We love drugs we love drugs we love drugs.
I don't know anymore.
And I'm pretty sure I stopped caring.
I don't care about the girls who are prettier than me.
I don't care about the people who whisper my name.
I have a secret weapon.
In boxes and bottles and bags.
There are matching doors.
I hope you walk through them with me.
I am my own.
And no one can compare to this feeling.

This weekend has been weird as shit.
I'm looking forward to tattoo money
cameras that actually work
sewing machines
record players
button makers
and polaroid cameras

I feel sick.
I need a cigarette, some lipstick, and some hairspray to subside the pain.
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