In Your Head
2004-04-11 @ 5:19 a.m.


In your head she dances like a storm, wind-blown, growing slow, picking at momentum with her centrifuge toes.

Her feet jump up, grace the ground; they're flying. Then she comes down.

A zombie; she's craving the space in your head. She dances her best in worn imaginations, where her potential becomes kinetic.

She's lightning, and thunder. She's storm, static and grounded; charged, running on inactive inertia.

A zombie; she's hungry for the space inside your head.

She's hungry for the space inside you. So plug in, fucker.



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The Weather Underground - 2008-11-12
- - 2008-05-06
She knows I can read. - 2008-05-06
William Jacobson - 2008-05-02
Lost Boys - 2008-04-30



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