maybe i forgot to mention. i know you through pictures. a miniture of my best love.

aside from myself, a miniture of my number two.

thanks, all i can ever say. this is the sound of police and thieves and wishing that the elevator took me somewhere else. just waiting for the number to light up and the door to open.

and my calm shored dream to roll low tide

onto the floor.

ive got bite marks on my neck and i wish i could remember why

i wanted to take a two hour nap massaging your neck and smoothing your hair.

i dont even know you. and we did not sleep.

still, i saw your face all day in my mind. and i rubbed the sore spots like they were something i knew.

come come on ! % # $ & ]