bender

you're the salt flat honey queen, dandelion eyes, land of milk and water home of the brave sunlight is always on your shoulders wind always at your back, a crease is always forming in your lips and somtimes, late, while i sleep, i dream that i can hear you crying yourself to sleep. and humming a dandyu little tune about loss written by the velvet underground before time fell in on us on some other flashy planet decorated only with superficial sunrays and soundscapes like symphonies written by old men in brilliant caves with nothing left to do but lean back int heir solid oak rocking chairs and talk about lust.

2003-06-01 | 1:41 p.m.
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