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wolven7Massive Attack - [Teardrop]--- Right now, the wind is howling like the bastard son of Ban-Sidhe, and Grandfather Wolf. MY mind tours the deeper pitts, with you, tonight, and i'm reminded that they come to life, the things we think. The fog i dreamed has been hanging around, all day. Pomegranites, for dinner, juice to keep you strong, and, this time, eat all of the seeds?
I want you here, all year long.
Showers and sandwiches, food to chase the sick away, and jumpstart the immunities. Water and echinacea, flushing it all down and out.
Every few seconds there's the sound of what i hope is leaves, against my window. (Cole Porter & Ella Fitzgerald - [You Do Something to Me]). I say i hope, because it sounds like nails, like the tick-tick-scritch of something trying to get my attention.
And maybe i'll just look out the window.
Despite the sick, i think i like today.
I want you here, all year long.
Showers and sandwiches, food to chase the sick away, and jumpstart the immunities. Water and echinacea, flushing it all down and out.
Every few seconds there's the sound of what i hope is leaves, against my window. (Cole Porter & Ella Fitzgerald - [You Do Something to Me]). I say i hope, because it sounds like nails, like the tick-tick-scritch of something trying to get my attention.
And maybe i'll just look out the window.
Despite the sick, i think i like today.
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Date: 2005-01-23 02:36 am (UTC)no subject
Let's electrocute the hell out of 'em, eh?