2005-04-18
flop until dawn
I hit refresh a thousand times before I got this page.
I don't know what it means to know someone. When you go to someone's house, and see someone familiar and they ask if they know you, what are you supposed to say?
It doesn't matter, I suppose. I generally just don't care.
My paw tattoo looks old. And although I know it is odd, I love it. I love how faded and secret it is.
I'm falling asleep all drunk on chinese food and telling the body to stay. I can't find the luxury of telling my tale when my tale has no tell to tell tale. I scream with desire, and passion and pain, and nothing but moan, crack, sniff. I have no control of the human conjunction, and nothing to fear or to hide. So I am bundled in puppies and sitting near rice and ready to flop until dawn.
oilandwater at 11:20 p.m.