smitten
2004-01-27 & 2:01 p.m.

i am spilling debauchery in a jukebox bar. drinking pear juice in early morning probability. doing shots of disintegration.

i am puddlehungry and the moon last night was like soy sauce mixed with the laugh of the medusa.

my sanity and chai tea are sipping each other; my shoulders have turned into champage.