Nous avons fait l'amour.
Dear Friends-List, I love you. *hearts*
Ooh, I read this cool poem by this weird beatnik guy:
SNOW BLUES
Nobody saves America by sniffing cocaine
Jiggling yr knees blankeyed in the rain
When it snows in yr nose you catch cold in yr brain
Yes, and that made me happy. I smiled, and I kind of laughed a little bit.
From SAD DUST GLORIES:
To the Dead
You were here on earth, in cities--
where now?
Bones in the ground,
thoughts in my mind.
That is because I am obsessed with death. Not like I want to die obsessed, but curious obsessed. *shut up*shut up*shut me up*
Love,
WIGGY*
Ooh, I read this cool poem by this weird beatnik guy:
SNOW BLUES
Nobody saves America by sniffing cocaine
Jiggling yr knees blankeyed in the rain
When it snows in yr nose you catch cold in yr brain
Yes, and that made me happy. I smiled, and I kind of laughed a little bit.
From SAD DUST GLORIES:
To the Dead
You were here on earth, in cities--
where now?
Bones in the ground,
thoughts in my mind.
That is because I am obsessed with death. Not like I want to die obsessed, but curious obsessed. *shut up*shut up*shut me up*
Love,
WIGGY*