Friday, April 16, 2004

lick the sucker, paint by numbers
i could kiss the wounds on you from my leave.
(but i can't.)
natural gas or natural disasters
are never natural when they're produced by our actions..
so maybe leaving isn't the best idea from now on.
burn sore death mute beg.
always the same cycle from the separation.
home isn't a place.
home is when we're together.
there's no place like you.
*bettie* at 9:01 PM