Oct 13, 2007 00:21
beauty air
you ride your bike with me, glide your knees through repetition and composition, down the East to the West
autumn winds taste so soft & quiet
eeee!
i love this place
this place of friends
i almost died when coming home from home,
Nissan Fuckra, I-10 noguardrailfuckra.
but home
and here
home
and
here
are the places i am,
everywhere i go, i am here,
you know?
the idiot heart is universally smelly
the secrets we hold are not held but burdens,
and if they weren't, they wouldn't be told so vivaciously,
needing;
and, needing? is not anything i want, or need
The Journey is the Destination
you are probably beautiful, i think everyone is beautiful, somehow. even your nose.
stranger danger
hi friends only