8 Feb 2007

information overload - randomness personified

I think you stink. When I’m on the edge and when I’m on the brink of breakdown and my brain can’t think; I know you will come to me from the sky, wink, we will wine and dine and laugh and cry and together suffer pain and drink and think and our thoughts will manage to link. I will wear my dress, pink, and you will hold my hand and try to kiss it but you will miss and then you will kiss it again and I will know in my heart that you won’t ever let me sink deeper than what I am right now. But I will still think that you stink.

zaza at 5:54 pm

1 angels shot me


at February 12, 2007 Anonymous Anonymous said...

rinky dink dink...


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