Rubber band whistle blowers bend easily into tightness when the tension demands attention.
Mandibles mashing molecular mushy mating...still i grow impatient.
...and when I'm alone I curse my cruelty. I curse the empty verses of my ill intentions for it's timidity of going too far. I curse the zip zag jabber walkie pelvic thrust-they only like the gimmick version of the reflection of the person I pretend to manifest when i fear human interaction...it's so easy to jump into the characters.
it's so hard when people get too deep...i don't like to let people get too close.
Monday, July 14, 2008
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment