darling, how are you?

good..so good

-

can still

feel

the brown suede jacket

for some reason the tape measure around my wrist

holds your smell unbelievably

it seems to get stronger

it's the same with my hair

it reeks of you.

-

tasting the scotch and the love on my fingers

-

moving like sex like a girl around a pole

twisting and grinding and swinging and

tiptoes

and hips

mmm hips...

-

spaniards.

darling these

spanish boys

(beethoven t-shirt...now i like that alot)

looking for some rechargable batteries and saying

if you find it for me will give you a surprise

-

ooo

whats the surprise?

-

and this constant

this sickness this

hungerpain

-

this such greatness.

this abundance

over abundance even

-

but so i am swimming

in reoccuring daydreams

stale thoughts

fantasies

phantom seas

-

ohh don't you remember?

-

and the

fake niceties

the

fake

tragedies, darling she's wasted

wasted wasted wasted on you

-

you're brown

suede jacket and your

body and you wriggle like that and you slide

into light

into motion

float

grace

grace in a boy

-

and we are so wrong

we are so bad

and we know it - we both know it

need to scream truths at eachother but we won't

never could i couldn't give this up

we need feed greed off eachother

you suck me dry

so good

evaporate me.

-

there is nothing else

you're as empty as dead as dark as me

trying to see who can steal the most

-

something feels hollow

(your stomach)

in life

most things every thing

lifeless

lacklustre

-

fabricated

i need to feel something Real, i need to know something Real, there is nothing.

nothing.

not at all at once

not in a flash

there has always been nothing

there will always be nothing

-

you're nothing.

we're

nothing.

-

women seem wicked.

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