|
By TaintedOne Date: 2001 May 24 Comment on this Work [[2001.05.24.18.32.1849]] |
|
Wednesday nights alone and together passing blunts around the circle sitting on couches laughing eating movie providing soundtrack to our pasttime Messages blinking vainly on the machine no need to leave we're all here talking about drinks we'll never make joking over gin in red plastic Dixie cups The closest to sleep while we're awake all yawning no mention of bed this time is wasted priceless feeling like old chums the dance goes on in us. |