2002-12-08
'we all go mad and throw it away'..
Fucking beautiful gay boy politics. another nightcap? yes. touch yr nightstick? Perhaps. and what they don't know is that tonight on this deck we are starting the revolution covered arguing in gin, constanents and vowels.
Back arched against the bar fingers entwined crossing in and around tiny seasonal lights.
walking away watching you breathe across the room.
rise fall.
Deeper Harder - I'm choking.
Oh, Didn't you know?
Stranger yr breathing for the both of us tonight.
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