Friday, April 17, 2009

Fascination of Moment

So so cleverly she divides. This orbital intrusion that has redeemed my late shimmering eye. From within the fire, weight upon rims, the tautness of the sweatband was stellar to uproot.

Damn, this girl is ridiculous. And here we are, a year later. I caught some rather intent glances this evening. Where does that lead? She's seeing someone, yet she tells me she's helplessly lonely. Rawr. In other news, I'm actually contemplating giving someone the heads up on the Atlanta PJ Harvey show. But I can't really bring myself to do that. On sale in 7 hours. But no.

If only they'd stop confusing each other.


You slept facing the wall
And you wanted, less than I wanted
I slept facing the wall
But when I met you,
How did you enter?
I don't remember
How did we ever?

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