it's best when we mean it

bathed in glares from the last of humanity the rest of humanity found myself drowning scorched and dry eyes sweaty palmed "will i ever get laid" says the youth, "will he tell his friends he fucked me" she wonders it all goes mad goes down they can only do what they want when everyone else says it's going branch bent and we can find shade there should it be should it fall can we only breathe on the verge of tears we drive ourtselves half bitten bitter dreams launched into lurch on the inside of our lives trickled down and found itself beggin for a new way to survive besides what we want ordained by a mass of uncredibles increcibles it all goes funny awkward sideways and we know it will tremble our very bones it menas tha much if we can only look careful "will she think it's too small" he says "my breasts are saggy" she means it we all find ourselves waiting for approval what does it value where does the rest unfold questions we can bury in envelopes left for postmen from another century is it really fair to be in love with someone? is it really the best we can do to want to fuck them is that all we have all we can give over shove over break down and tell the truth and hopefully it will have something to so with breathing

2002-10-27 | 3:39 p.m.
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