4.6.07

overdose on catalyst

crossing the highway in twelve steps.
almost blistered hips and sleeping tongue

i keep wondering what i am waiting for...bright lights to scratch the sun off my back,
to stop time from digesting this faith saturation

headlights in some small town
pushing everything right to the edge

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Zuh

Zuh.

SO i think you have to tell me about all the gossip you know.

Jerk.


Also- your entries are so over the top amazing

-dee

Moth said...

do I know you?