he was a buffalo soldier... dreadlocked rasta...

[sinkdownwithyou]

OK, so, I need to make this quick because I have work to do in this class.

So...

an excerpt from...
"Memphis will be laid to waste."
by...
Norma Jean

He laid emeralds in her eyes,
but I'd already tied a bracelet made of gold
and scarlet thread around her wrist.
Everything was wrong so we sang sentimental songs.
"Oh how seldom we belong but how elegant our kiss."
And we painted crooked lines
but we danced in perfect time to a love so much refined,
we know not what it is until like a dullen wine we pour into a grief we've
known before
but never quite like this.
never quite like this.
And all i know now is regret,
she follows like a silhouette along the cobblestone behind me,
and she has nothing much to say except to innocently ask,
her voice delicate as glass,
"Do you see me when we pass?"
but i continue on my way.

I wish I could write like that. Fucking hardcore kids. I love Norma Jean.

and now...

(1) GLADIUS!!!

(2) The sunrise.

(3) Read-through.

(4) Church Punk? Stab you in the eye.

(5) You are the only Bohemian-Hippie Goddess in Shawnee... by all rights you should be mine.

love, Mike.