our left coast ambitions

so maybe you left town again maybe you will and arms'll reach to touch you and you'll be gone like asterics ont eh sides of the road two hundred city-signs from here. i'll see you walking waiting int eh rain waiting on the alst breath to fall and send a sigh or two lips on your neck like flavor-fish.

they're all so tropical/beautiful.

2003-11-19 | 7:06 p.m.
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