May 21, 2008 17:26
flying high in may
a kind of upset in the sternum, blood in the bowl, disdain for the able world of pedagogical sentence diagramming, examining small objects with a little kind of lorgnette I stole, smelling of evergreen, finding needles everywhere!
betrothed to the saddest eyes this side of The Great Lake Huron
roving on with a skirt of woven snakes, and straight teeth to rival your crooked ones, oh do i love them! oh do i love you, oh do i oh.