Current mood:

touched

Permanecstasy
Feeling drips from my fingers like melted wax.

Call me delusional but my contusions aren't losing any energy confusing themselves with your misplaced machinations. I'm just a drooling dog and yer my Ivan Pavlov. My mentality is that I am ecstasy and you are tripping on me.

She's covered in makeup and I wonder what's beneath. If I woke up next to you I wonder what I'd think. My heart spilt like milk and she's lapping it up with her sandpaper tongue.

Memories come trickling back like scattered showers pinpricking tickling taunting teasing uneasing unpleasing, bruised but not beaten, shaken not stirred, breakin up and puttin it all together this stormy weather is weathering me down.

I'm clippin the roots that chain me to the city. Pondering Absolute Goodness like its nobody's business.