Nov 20, 2009 11:49
credit card princess dipped n diamonds and willn to be buyn everyone a line
she is possessed by the succubus insomnia and i saw her mood ring
turn black
n it never turned back
she says it broke
but i think she died inside
we ride
she bonds with blondes, briefly but desperately
and they talk of brothels and models while heists and torture foam
all around the room
she rides out
dressed to the hilt like a knife
like upper-class trash like the ones who survived LA by affording
the abortions
and always in yr house fr whatevr reason
trooping from room to room as if some roaming funky duck
random babe having not bathed in three days
caked in dust and plans and glam
both happy and sad