animal girl
anonymous
December 13 2003, 22:00:10 UTC
It's an animal girl and it's lying on the beach. Its ass can surf in the sand while its head's asleep. Its fingers roll a reefer cigarette. Its skin can decompose beneath the sweat.
I know all I need to know. I know how much girl to go. Drinking iced scotch and soda. I proclaim the ocean like a coppertone baby.
Wait and see. You don't know who I am. Fig or tree... Lex or Superman.
The owners may dim the lights... The sailors may start to fight back the dinner they wolfed at the taco joint. But maybe a blue moon will shine in the heart of the hood.
It's an animal girl and its knees are turning in. The Spitomatic flips it on its back. There's a gathering crowd of heavy breasted men. The burn patrol is freaking out again.
I know all I need to know. I know how much girl to go.
You regret it? Is it no longer possible to do that? What about forming or deepening a friendship with that person? If you are/were interested in the person romantically, wouldn't a deep friendship be worth just as much?
I feel like I'm falling apart. Like all my thoughts and memories are contained within little boxes that have been stacked precariously... and they're all falling down & breaking open.
I think a childhood repressed memory is coming back to me. It's been probably close to 20 years it's been locked inside me, and now it's breaking loose... and breaking me.
I'm seriously thinking about picking up some lancets tomorrow & just cutting spirals into my arms.
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Its ass can surf in the sand while its head's asleep.
Its fingers roll a reefer cigarette.
Its skin can decompose beneath the sweat.
I know all I need to know.
I know how much girl to go.
Drinking iced scotch and soda.
I proclaim the ocean like a coppertone baby.
Wait and see.
You don't know who I am.
Fig or tree...
Lex or Superman.
The owners may dim the lights...
The sailors may start to fight
back the dinner they wolfed at the taco joint.
But maybe a blue moon will shine
in the heart of the hood.
It's an animal girl and its knees are turning in.
The Spitomatic flips it on its back.
There's a gathering crowd of heavy breasted men.
The burn patrol is freaking out again.
I know all I need to know.
I know how much girl to go.
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Like the lyrics, lots. Want to hear the song now. Thanks!
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I think a childhood repressed memory is coming back to me. It's been probably close to 20 years it's been locked inside me, and now it's breaking loose... and breaking me.
I'm seriously thinking about picking up some lancets tomorrow & just cutting spirals into my arms.
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