September 4, 2009

dancing in the sheets

This can't go anywhere but crashing down, and upon impact we just may shatter into a thousand pieces. That's the price of being fragile and still hurdling through this like cars with cut brake lines. But what do we care? We accept drinks from strangers in bars, and have no one to blame but ourselves when we wake up with missing organs.

You steal my heart a little more each day, and dig yourself a little deeper in doing so. I make bad investments and jump from seventeen-story towers. A perfect pair.

2 comments:

  1. LOVE THE LAYOUT! You must tell me where and how I can get one! I have been looking for months!
    Was it very hard to figure out?
    And go and re-follow my blogs with this profile booger or I'll cut your giblets and skin you like a bannaner!
    A what?
    A bannaner!
    A what?
    I'LL CUT YA JUNK OFF!
    Oh a banana!

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  2. Oh great layout! And I am loving that The Andrews Sisters make you happy! How could they not?

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