All the trees with polythene leaves like ghosties trapped in branches.
Dancing drunk with headphones on//& you are the taste in my mouth.
My only ambition is to one day, some how, if only for a moment, be completely angelic.
I dreamt that my eye lids were reflective thoughts on the balcony.
I guess it just boils down to one final rule - EVERYBODY HAS GOT TO **** SOMETHING.
Walking home with Satchmo.
It’s never too late, fall down the stairs.
If I had a car I wouldn’t have to pay rent.
The lights on the buildings shut off when they see me coming.
Walk by the river until there’s blood in my shoes.
You dress like a jumble sale & hide your teeth when you smile.
Two left feet & two right shoes.
Go outside. Drink if you want to - (HM).
May 29, 2012
May 29, 2012 at 6:50 PM UTC
All the trees with polythene leaves like ghosties trapped in branches.
Dancing drunk with headphones on//& you are the taste in my mouth.
My only ambition is to one day, some how, if only for a moment, be completely angelic.
I dreamt that my eye lids were reflective thoughts on the balcony.
I guess it just boils down to one final rule - EVERYBODY HAS GOT TO **** SOMETHING.
Walking home with Satchmo.
It’s never too late, fall down the stairs.
If I had a car I wouldn’t have to pay rent.
The lights on the buildings shut off when they see me coming.
Walk by the river until there’s blood in my shoes.
You dress like a jumble sale & hide your teeth when you smile.
Two left feet & two right shoes.
Go outside. Drink if you want to - (HM).
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