Relationship Trouble 2004-03-28 @ 5:34 p.m. Apparations of transparent transcendance overcame what he thought to have thought through, and he was invisible. A haze of foot-played displays of affection lie foot-printed and crushed on the tiled hallways. Embraced in his long fingers, some digits of digital means, was a ticket, Prom Night Entrance for sixty. He fell through the loosely held beams of light and down to the dimmed bottom; so low. Oooh, he's dumped.
The Weather Underground - 2008-11-12 everything � Claudia (2003-2008) |