Nov 29, 2007 17:12
i'm out to sea and you were the daily mirage that came floating by to remind me to keep treadin water. you were the daily mirage and i think i needed to taste the saltwater in my thirsty throat. i needed to drown alone to wake up on dry land.
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On the twelfth day of Christmas, transientbandit sent to me...
Twelve banjos drumming
Eleven femmes piping
Ten tattoos a-leaping
Nine queers dancing
Eight bikes a-milking
Seven crushes a-swimming
Six homos a-laying
Five be-e-e-elt buckles
Four polaroid cameras
Three cowboy boots
Two muscle cars
...and an activism in an androgyny.
hope all is well in CA
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