Friday, November 13, 2009

Cowboy Killers

Mimosas cowboy killers eighth month

And you said
It was like fire around the brim
Burning solid
Burning thin the burning rim
Like stars burning holes right through the dark
Flicking fire like saltwater into my eyes
You were one inch from the edge of this bed
I drag you back a sleepyhead, sleepyhead

they couldn't think of something to say the day you burst

sailors fighting in the dance hall

FEATHERS FEATHERS FEATHERS
Glow stick magic wand
Margaritas
Dance dance dance dance dance

snacks.

crazyy eyeess

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