I'm dressed for loss at this hour, and hating you with every second that this endures, pressing forth with flashlight expressions and words that are only halfway understood, cling close to your mystery cloak and you ride this for all that it's worth
Cover me in shades of techni-color blue, and push me to my death, as all of these locusts are swirling on the mist of your breath
Words will always drip green when spoken from silver tongues, your lips are well versed in blame, and it seems we're in every sermon that you gave
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It's lame and unfinished, but I had to write something in here. It is accompanied by some music and won't so pretensiously bad when they're put together.
Cover me in shades of techni-color blue, and push me to my death, as all of these locusts are swirling on the mist of your breath
Words will always drip green when spoken from silver tongues, your lips are well versed in blame, and it seems we're in every sermon that you gave
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It's lame and unfinished, but I had to write something in here. It is accompanied by some music and won't so pretensiously bad when they're put together.
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silverstreak:
I live by Northgate. Hmm... My bf and I are going to Guitar Center tomorrow. You're welcome to come if that sounds at all interesting to you. Otherwise, it's coffee or chai on the Ave, Red Robin, or Thai or Indian. Non-foodwise I'm pretty random. Bowling, or book hunting, or watching movies, or anything that sounds intriguing.
silverstreak:
I'm gonna get some lunch. Let me know when you're alive and moving.