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i am weak. weak to the cigarettes, to the gorgeous flesh. i dive right in never thinking about consequence. no. dissolve, just like gelatin, horse hooves at best. words. are stuck at my throat. they sit crammed like so many syllables in a bare naked lady song.
and if i seem distracted, it's a falsehood.
i've been dancing in red shoes and i need to take them off.
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Comments (3)
Palimpsest (Legacy)
You'll have to forgive me. I know this was a serious entry, but when I read the barnaked ladies reference I laughed out loud. What a perfect way to describe too much crammed into so little space.
As for The Red Shoes, if I know you, you'll continue to dance even if it's in bare feet.
As for The Red Shoes, if I know you, you'll continue to dance even if it's in bare feet.
arielswing (Legacy)
;-) it was funny to me too!
StrangeBrew (Legacy)
*drags in tub of hot water*
Soak 'em and naked toe dance
Soak 'em and naked toe dance