your little starfish teeth
telekenetic a perfect nobody cayce photograph with your eyes antenna iambic stigmatic no melodies silver cord brings you back to a body your pretend is yours, ticking clock instead of heart hot water bottle for blood and a jumper stuffed with dollies arms and your little pink starfish teeth pull me in your electrical centre just enough gentle, mental a perfect nobodya melody plateaux ofmirror the clothes we chose to cremate you in
posted by Pareidolia at 6/10/2006 09:35:00 PM
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Mmm, yes you're words are flowing quite nicely, I like it!
dense. dense. very dense. I will stare at it for a while and study it.
I was offered a Radiohead ticket. again. and I didn't go. again. it was fantastic I heard, they played in a little indoor venue, they still might be in the same city as me. awaewweyawe
ps
I hope all was beautiful in Glasgow... thinking of you right now. Kiss to L too...
Yes! Spank naughty Zosja for not appeasing the Radiohead gods with her presence!
;)
myspace.com/vulpineblossoms
omg... he has risen...
greetings from the freezing baltic! i am there. i saw the editors out on the pier
greetings from the freezing baltic! i am there. i saw the editors out on the pier
the editors is asking whether Glenda is dead
yep, she's dead.
uhh umm that makes me feel so very bad
which way do I go to meet her dead?
I saw her there, but no response,
glenda do you mind we talk about you in third person, darling
naw, go ahead, lol... :)
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