(no subject)
filtered thoughts
Raven lunatics, picking at bad habits, ticking mice chasing hungry rabbits, feeding on their fevers. Senester criticism invasion, morphed into pictures. Blissfully in reason - but who is there to ending affairs. Inevitable repeating - offending stable lairs, taring up what isn't there, sucked up into cables.
crawling on the splinters, bothering pistols, stories listed in my head, switch to thought and back again. Smoke crawling out the window, she said she thought she knew she would, n' falling. Spindiling down in the slivers, foreging with a hard rock liver, sweetly sounds of a music box playing without a battle. No destiny again for us, no lightening to strike us down, think again, no burnt romance. Hesitating - but no one's dancing. Just crawling steadily, crawling on the splinters, work my way back up again, ritalin in my sin.
I watched invader zim this morning