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By chris Date: 2004 May 03 Comment on this Work [[2004.05.03.01.48.2167]] |
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"we left the ground and we floated above this town that never got better we got drowned in the sea of love and i know that it's gonna get wetter" (frank black) you're a fucking animal girl and i mean that in both senses of the term each good and you bite hard when you're excited which is often which is new and will take some getting used to but like the starving man at the chinese buffet thinking of setting records oh baby you make this skinny white boy crave more than seconds our saturdays kick ass i say we order overpriced dinner and push it out of the way hardly eaten then live blues at your favorite semi-classy dive on san pedro and paseo while i remember austin and moments lost and by your fourth drink i think maybe i know you your hair bleached by the sun of this brightest new mexico that kisses us both now and you ask what i'm thinking and i know i can't tell you or even form it all into one intelligible sentence all i can do is look at you there my short girl on the tall barstool green eyes catching the light breaking more hearts than you'll ever realize biting your lower lip because you're happy and dreaming again finally all of it ends up in the west mesa dark and your bedroom our holy temple of the immaculate fuck what luck being born on this doomed rock in space what grace you give by way of just being on it with me alone the drive home is always fast frank black and the catholics sing loudly of bad harmony and city lights strung out from here seemingly to juarez and all the other places you've visited but don't remember a thing about |