Saturday, November 04, 2006
Inebriation is a funny, funny thing..thankfully, this little Fetus stayed sober enough to appreciate (and remember!) its humor. I must admit, I got a little more drunk on the thought of you than that vodka shot into my throat and (body) shot off a Four-ever friend's neck. (Yes, luv, your life is now complete) Completely oblivious to the choirs and parental supervision, secrets and margarita slipped and spilt onto broken bench swings and unfortunate tsinelas.
Completely oblivious to..hm.
Words seem to (once again) fail the fire in our lungs, and tightness in our chests. Or perhaps I fail the words which, of course, never truly fail to strike fair and square. Words I still can't find..emotion I have yet to pinpoint. We willallow ourselves to make more sense next time..yes, maybe next time or something.
Completely oblivious to..hm.
Words seem to (once again) fail the fire in our lungs, and tightness in our chests. Or perhaps I fail the words which, of course, never truly fail to strike fair and square. Words I still can't find..emotion I have yet to pinpoint. We will
