Wednesday, Mar. 02, 2005 - 11:07 p.m.
I can't seem to scrub it all away. Skin crawls, but not forward, back trying to retreat to the inside. crawl back from where it came. to reveal the massed mucle structure that once was man, that once felt.
Man that didn't have to concern himself with how only when.
and now even breathing is hardly adequate for what i'm doing
......................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................... I need another line..........................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................another fiesty brunette and a blond for good measure.................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................................. and a bottle of vodka to rust rust in my hand.
the living is so long the life is so short - Wednesday, Mar. 02, 2005