|hey mr. pink toe nails
||[Mar. 17th, 2004|02:21 am]
dark sun hovering above. i'm cutting fruit. feeding born. A shadow blocked the sun. am i scared. unneccesary terms of endearment met on the means only of a collapse of everything solid. A new beginning early under the hot morning sun. trickling on the edge of a leaf wet with freshness. |
there is something in the bushes.
spying on us.
with hunters eyes,
death wading in your eyes
A man living a lie. Autobiographical dissaprove. "Intentions unknown"
assuming the worst.
do i have at best
distant a flat footed friend coasting with his eyes the rocks below a grassy knoll high above.
evertyhing is over
everything is over
how will i react if everything is over?
i'm in good hands