Last night...

[thedarksiren2]

An abandoned bottle felt the wrath of my right toe. First I kick, then Special K, and when Double-D took the third swing, there was a shattered soul scattered across West 14th, waiting for its doom beneath rubber and gasoline.


The morning after...I stumble, almost fall over in the leftover haze of Newcastle on tap. We concur, and then to Sal's, and The Coffee Swirls read......

you speak of madness
created in storms
but the only storms you know
will change you
and make you stronger.

Create, and never look back on feeling what you feel.
It is always valid.

She's from Polish
and my tongue is The Milky Way.


I'm still not sure how they know that, but I trust their words when I have trusted no one at all.

moo.

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[wraptboy.livejournal.com]

She's from Polish, she's from Polish! Her mouth is the center of the universe, her toungue the milky way and her teeth asteroids streaming through the abyss!