Jun 12, 2009 00:57
offensive.
taking the offensive, i find you offensive. off the fence, charging momentum.
talking bullshit 1 am no bother no sleep no forward movement just static and hazy with forms of possible tasks and purpose. core cooling cause you’ve got some skin like paper. tastes like salt and honey in some places.
mixed up cause i can feel goosebumps and a shadow longing growing longer near sunset.
or dawn break. cant tell which is what now, if its dark out i dunno.
dawn break breaking crack the mould of the earth and sky chasm of light which i bet you $5 i could reach into and yank the guts outta the solar system. it would spew molten light and run down my arm. gold liquid. it would cool, i suppose, and rack me up against some wall in a metal embrace and i would be gold and blood red forever and ever amen.
maybe ill fix all this later probably not. apologies extended.