the way she moved when going commando

she never wore underwear, but always carried some with her. in her back pocket, near her heart, she used to say and i thought that was adorable. and then it was all i needed to hear to be crazier than the ones who built the first sandcastles out of sheets wearing straightjackets made of steel in tiny dungeons in the 16th century. and i loved it. every little word, every little way she moved spoke thought or danced to bad indie-pop and i fell over once again. on my head. the way i never meant to fall. there's a select group of people who enjoy falling. i am not one of that select group. but now and then here and there i need a little need-you-want-you stare glance something that say in little whisps of hair across your face that you want me so much you can barely feel anything further than an inch or two from your crotch. and then a long slow day following all of that a better still a wlak that goes nowhere ending up nowhere. these are the things i need. but i liked that she kept her underwear in her back pocket. am i still recording?...

2002-09-17 | 8:08 p.m.
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