Cologne and Sympathy
She slides in again unannounced, too regretful to mention any names. And yet we love her so. We never want her to go. But when will she slide out again? We take it in and maybe breathe.
My Summer? Decadence and decay seems to be the most appropriate way to describe it. I forget that I am so responsible. I forget a lot of things. I am beginning to cherish my brain cells a lot more. Funny, I know.
Tambourine. I want the world. I want it on a string. I want a voice so that I can sing. I want magic and whatever hope it brings.
Deliveries are nice. So are really good accidents. No. Surprises. In General, yeah...
Oh God.
He comes in again, and here we go.
My Summer? Decadence and decay seems to be the most appropriate way to describe it. I forget that I am so responsible. I forget a lot of things. I am beginning to cherish my brain cells a lot more. Funny, I know.
Tambourine. I want the world. I want it on a string. I want a voice so that I can sing. I want magic and whatever hope it brings.
Deliveries are nice. So are really good accidents. No. Surprises. In General, yeah...
Oh God.
He comes in again, and here we go.