more than this one thing
tearing pell-mell after you past Trop tables, slots, in heels,
heads of security guards whipping but no one stopping us
huge weight on my chest, grasping, wringing, a futile mantra
i wish i wish i wish
there are so many wishes here and mine’s the least of the bunch.
you’re out of reach, not my responsibility; and i’m not your answer.
-- i'm not strong enough -- i tell reilly.
-- yes you are.
and if i die be
fore i wake
i could not swear
(or swim) you see.
12 comments:
Aw jeez, sorry to hear.
Must be the holiday season again, eh?
errrr. sounds like christmas shopping to me.
adam
i wish christmas were done & gone.
yeah finn christmas is a disgusting orgy of consumerism. but i still want a new camera from someone.
adam
[sigh]
You're free to raid my dark choc rations whenever you like, so to speak.
thanks subh but i think it's beyond chocolate now. have ya got any bushmills?
Uh ... if you tell me what they are I'll stack 'em up fer ya.
bottles, sweetie.
Hmmm ... lets see if I could smuggle these in without getting arrested.
fanTAStic.
btw MC-arv posted some pix of our nite of debauchery.
u can c we're feeling no pain. :)
n i hope santa brings me a tee that fits.
That you in the jeans & white top showing a sliver of six-pack abs?
Sexy.
lubricated.
(so to speak.)
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