Do you still love me?
Yes, yes I do
The monday sun beats silently
On a lonely table by the sea
They are pouring concrete under the train bridge
While Mary and Krista watch patiently
A busted bicycle squeeks down 11th st.
Bearing its rider, loyally
Yes, yes I do
The monday sun beats silently
On a lonely table by the sea
They are pouring concrete under the train bridge
While Mary and Krista watch patiently
A busted bicycle squeeks down 11th st.
Bearing its rider, loyally
krista:
okay, you're killing me. I tried to add you as a friend but it didn't work. I'll keep trying. Maybe I'll send you some of the digital work I did a couple years ago...lots of work involving my breasts. You can deconstruct it for me, because I really don't remember what it was all about.