you are.

sometimes i think that getting in a car and just going is the greatest idea ever. and this is something that i think most days. even when i have absolutely no gas, and no money, i still only want to do this one thing. just to get a few things, and leave everything i know for a while. i don't know for how long, or where i would be going, but i would most definitely go. i have so many places i want to go and i don't really want to wait much longer. maybe soon.

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a lot. on your bed i wait. cold touch, hot breath. press pale ruby lips on my hips, my neck, my own. please please don't look. oh wait just joking. touch all you want dear. you are the king on never land and i want, queen, ness, nest, winter birds all fly away home to mum and deer and snow. sorry for the misunderstanding. misconstrue. miss. miss may said mother may i and then she killed. the only one who ever loved the bones in the flesh. so gruesome. yes. yes. can you take that long alien finger and fix that light bulb. i can't see your face frub damnit so i don't know if you're real. when all is dark, the colours disappear. they leave, with the blue cellophane suitcase, and go to ship n' shore. for some Merlot. some red Merlot. for the new car. restored and white and red. on the outside. on the inside. fuck. i don't really know what I'm doing anymore. sometimes i wake up from the dream and i forget. i forget that the sad trees don't really walk with tea in hand and frown on lips of bark. dog bark. half a guy. not a boy. today we fight. today we find the fig in the tennanbaum. kiss me please and take this bird. he is ill and needs a new wing. a blue wing. shoot. bang. shoot. shoot.wanker. dead.