2002-09-24
Diagram of the heart...
There's a skin over my aorta, sorta.
(finding the fluid to dissolve it so, dust off the layers of soot and sleet. maybe soon ready for combat)
'.... hold me closer tiny dancer, count the headlights on the highway..'
Flipping between silent and screaming.
FTV. 24 hr passion for fashion. It's making me loopy, it's better than a years worth of Harpers.
My mouth is dirtier than the street.
but just past the skyline it's bright, there is blue blue water and all night reckless. and I can't. can't. can't. fucking wait.
'Pretty eyed, Pirate smile, you'll marry a music man'
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