you've got to lay off of that stuff. it just messes your head up, leaves you crumpled up like yesterday's shirt. it's not real you know. but i guess that never stops you does it?

today you're walking around clueless but smiling. ;-) a little hungover wearing dabs of clove smoke behind your ears. your shoes are still feeling a little tight. but the wonderland is calm and quiet... that shirt...that shirt can't possibly be a worse choice given the nipple action. you can always tell by the casual conversations...eyes slowly sink to that level, thinking warm never works...

you've found yourself feeling dear and sentimental. you're aching for that foreign skin or trying to remember...how awkward first meetings always end up with great french kissing wearing tommy hilfiger and soft warm fingers.