Dec 23, 2003 23:53
she had this certain feeling that i'll never associate with anything but those legs.
this rubbery latex intoxication that hit me like three tequilas off the rocks. spent on paradise, just spent...
she was cute. she was cagney and lacey, she was kobain to courtney. an apple taken away from the tree, given to a culinary picasso. and here we are. in between what might be and could have been. and im stuck right in the middle.
now add gunfire.. point blank. it just all stops like 15 minutes into the world of feline tranquilization. k.
- - + static innuendos.