| 5665 ( @ 2005-12-10 23:09:00 |
| Current mood: | |
| Current music: | Only the screaming in my head... |
Sick
Dreams exiling…
dreams of each other;
wanton.
Pennies make for good sunglasses
how chic.
With our backs to the stars
(She loves it when the ground shines back
at her.)
We’re chasing the tail of a snake
or maybe a rainbow.