Dec 29, 2004 13:48
lucrative dreams spiraling downward and definately withered by the persistant cold waters of the stream still gurgling around that God forsaken corner. That crevice- so naive in all its youth and effervescence. so cradle in me those arms that were painted with steel pleated wings and amputated thumbs. and arrive only to provide the mysticism of a once predestined gaze that could never be decoded and never fails to pierce through worn, calloused skin.
I suppose the good times will roll. I suppose that though food is scant, and attempts made are futile, everything goes a lot faster with a bottle and methamphetamine.
THE WHAT??
I feel vivacity.
Anyone know of festivities going on during new year's eve?