| dewy decimal |
2003-11-20 - 11:55 a.m.
Everything is so okay. If things were anymore balanced I'd an an ambidextrous, bilingual, bisexual libra. Today, I procure hot water for tea. A leisurely cigarette to follow all minor chapters. But the blustering wind outside is stirring and I just hope that it's a sign of the gusto. This weekend I'm drivinging for the bumps. An eye is peeled for the fractured precipice to dance on. We're on Muhfuckas and I'm talkin bout you. You bring the mix tape, I'll negotiate us in the insane distance. It'll be loads.