Oh, you can mutilate. We're gonna celebrate. Our emotional poverty. Give the answers all away. I painted my suitcase red for the reading. Which only ended in conversation break.
I can see that you're rubbing off. on everyone you know.. You're rubbing off on me,. I can feel your incredible glow.. I can hear your happy voice in other people's voices..
The sacrifice must be for some unknwon deity, babe I just can't get hard for reality. At least not mine. Your love charity is like. an immortal bleeding beast and here.
Just before the afternoon creeps in. Just before it gets too hot to be outside. I like to lay on my back in the grass and. watch the airplanes go by and I dream that.