Fairies And Frogs On A Slow Day

Jul 01, 2005 22:48

Watching culture dance before your eyes makes you blink and wonder what's real. I often don't know what to think, but I am in constant hope that reality isn't far away. My brain is crowded-- not a seat in the house. But I would gladly give you mine.
Technology is at an all time low, but old fashioned is right up your alley anyway, right? Wings and capes and crowns are everywhere-- it's a fantasy land where I make my living. You should stop by sometime. Leave the engine running; I'll lock up the door. We'll leave this world and visit a real one. Where emotions are clothes, visible to the naked eye, and where love is like dinner, where we indulge every night. I am crazy for you.

Coffee shops and cigarettes. Check that out, Mr. Bicyclist. Thanks for the Company, once again, Laaaaaannnnne. I'm sorry we didn't get a chnace to say Goodnight.
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