thebellrope

she studies her own glamour shots /they make her silky panties drop / a narcissist so full of it / we're only just indulging this / a priestess at the pulpit bitter/ and we quiver to see her full figured / she sacrifices all our amours / with nothing more than roaring laughter / lot of fantasies of being an intangible / so hard to...
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what a shame to have come to this / I can't complain but what a blank the sun exists in / what are rays that pierce through nothing keep shining / how can i keep on keeping on still searching still finding

Lucerne I'm feeling concerned bout how you make my head turn / I ask myself when will I learn not to get too spurned / look at the photo do a double take and move along / and when I pass the girls on the street i don't holler cuz i'm cooling off / from Lucerne! lol blue burn : )

fourth of july american pie sit on the porch n I fry what a gorgeous sky I'm seeing all the fireworks exploding in the night and I'm afraid but feel so gratefully alive it's such a thrill to rearrange the stars soaring in their flight hanging there like haloed bangles i hear the band of angels n fear no danger here coast is clear but...
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'I go from bedside to bedside . . . . I sleep close with the other sleepers, each in turn;
I dream in my dream all the dreams of the other dreamers,
And I become the other dreamers.' - simmering walt whitman

I said I'm alone. They said phone it home. I said now im two. They said, well, me too. Now I've become four. They said, oh, no more! I said now I'm eight. They murmured 'too late.' What if I'm a prism. They said oh abysm. I said I am legion. They said what allegiance? I said I don't know. They cast a smooth stone....
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