unlost

late light you'll get it soon what with all your after hours calls and booty calls and phone calls to anyone at all: this is the way the world spins in and around you in an d around us we are made of old moments memories we didn't bother to remember we remembered but we did we did we always will so this life: like a turning barstool where all the cute ones are drunk and laughing at your worst jokes you can feel the way they'll be coming home with you the way they'll want to they way they'll need to in that little dark space between their lungs where every loneliness hides and you'll break them (lioness that you are) like no kind of friend at all like no kind of friend at all....

2004-11-27 | 8:47 p.m.
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