Made alive with laughter

Tuesday, October 10, 2006

you're skin is something i stir into my tea

and you are starry starry starry.. i'm tumbling down.

i am cold and waiting for the day to come.

and some machines are dropped from great heights lovingly, and some great bellies ache with many bumblebees. and they sting so terribly. there are some mornings where the sky looks like a road. mornings without warning....

jnewsom

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