Tuesday, December 12, 2006

I'd Dodge A Bullet For You

Its getting draft-y in here.

You, clearly, have been getting too much head. But I would swallow the whole Atlantic Ocean to get to always be the girl who gives you a hundred and twenty seconds of anything. There's a pun in there somewhere and it is only alluded to and I do not think it is a coincidence that "love" rhymes with "tragic house fire" and I never cared much for punctuation or articulation. But doesn't it make you feel good to know that you are truly loved?

Nothing I'm writing is good.