cat power and cheese is not the answer
ok, seriously now. there is no use sitting here listenin' to cat power and eating shit.
eating is for dicks. (pardon the pun)so i live ten million miles away in fish town.
i have 2 kids, and i fall in love with everyman that crosses my path. obviously .
starved of affct8ion, and in need of therepy, can't differenitaite love from sex.
love sex. i want sex all day.. is it bc i am in need of love? actually how sick am i?
i have these thoughts, then the obsessor sets in " but we are so perfect together"
yes, we fucking are. but does'nt mean i should throw myself to the floor and eat cheese.
let me at least get a drinking habit. yes, it was perfect. yes, it has been perfect before.
yes it was fucking perfect with someone else 3 days later. what the fuck is my problem?
perhaps it's geographical. maybe i should move to california... sunny california.
there is just not enough energy here to generate (what it is i need?)
i really fucking dig matt . (and strangely haha ) also dig that porno guy , too. such stellar men.
they are great and good, and with such brains and brawn between them , a woman would be happy forever.
oh , yes, yes. i like the deep voices of these old men , and how they say uh huh.
so cute. how he clung to me in leep, and how we talked so honestly and he called me
a sex angel come just to relieve him his terrible tensions, but how sad that only made me.
a walking tragedy, softly crying out, a beacon pulsing through the drakness, take me home, give me love,
for i am empty, shaved to the bone. i listened to his strumming . songs in the shower.
sure , they will remember me well, and i must not let my heart tear me up, but then i wonder,
what a risk to lose sentiment!, and how i wish to always have a huge ( tho not gaping) heart.
let me love you.
eating is for dicks. (pardon the pun)so i live ten million miles away in fish town.
i have 2 kids, and i fall in love with everyman that crosses my path. obviously .
starved of affct8ion, and in need of therepy, can't differenitaite love from sex.
love sex. i want sex all day.. is it bc i am in need of love? actually how sick am i?
i have these thoughts, then the obsessor sets in " but we are so perfect together"
yes, we fucking are. but does'nt mean i should throw myself to the floor and eat cheese.
let me at least get a drinking habit. yes, it was perfect. yes, it has been perfect before.
yes it was fucking perfect with someone else 3 days later. what the fuck is my problem?
perhaps it's geographical. maybe i should move to california... sunny california.
there is just not enough energy here to generate (what it is i need?)
i really fucking dig matt . (and strangely haha ) also dig that porno guy , too. such stellar men.
they are great and good, and with such brains and brawn between them , a woman would be happy forever.
oh , yes, yes. i like the deep voices of these old men , and how they say uh huh.
so cute. how he clung to me in leep, and how we talked so honestly and he called me
a sex angel come just to relieve him his terrible tensions, but how sad that only made me.
a walking tragedy, softly crying out, a beacon pulsing through the drakness, take me home, give me love,
for i am empty, shaved to the bone. i listened to his strumming . songs in the shower.
sure , they will remember me well, and i must not let my heart tear me up, but then i wonder,
what a risk to lose sentiment!, and how i wish to always have a huge ( tho not gaping) heart.
let me love you.