Now I'm Just Putting This Thing Over My Hands

[argus_simon]

On all fours
like a sudden game of

downpoured loss,

and seperate three
we missed our chance,
but the rest all cried out

"Homely Refresher Ideal Gift"-
a stamp and mixed confusion infused
settle with steep

or down it goes, down it goes, down it goes.

Comments

[gloriousday__]

Stamps! What! No!

*morning expression*

I mean... would you like some jasmine tea, tomato face?

[mommy_please]

I'm not even going to bother posting a random comment to this one above me.. ^^ up there. That one. I have nothing.

If we spiraled endlessly, it would feel like we were standing still. Right?

[too_many_eagles]

Gone. Forgone. Forgotten and distant. Distaste and taste still dance a holy shuffle along with the communion wafers just barely wined and now start to sog as the night moves on. Twelve strikes at midnight and every apostle denies in cue. Curled up by the fireplace a young and tired friar lifts his hood to watch. The massacre winds twisting through warm stomachs and even warmer souls. "But do reach forward good brothers, do reach or you will forever spiral down," and he lowers his drunken head.

[love_i_hope]

I added you, because you told me to.

Re: Weakerthans...last offer!

[argus_simon]

yes.

yes, yes.

Are you going tonight, or on Saturday?

I assume we're just hoping for tickets at the door... I'll stop by your room or something today.