shellacx3

Remember all those times you swore youd run away and you marched down to the end of the street and you realized you had nowhere to go; so you sat down for five minutes that seemed like forever, trying to prove your point... and then you went home and went straight to your room and stomped your feet and slammed your door and you swore you'd never talk to your parents again and you said you would stay locked in your room forever but you came out in an hour to watch Party of Five, it was the season finale and you couldn't miss it... and then your best friend called and she said she had tickets to see the hottest boy band and you d

"How many did you swallow?" A patronizing tone, From a lady, whose name-tag said 'Ann'. Her voice was high-pitched, And her name-tag said 'miss' But I thought she looked more like a man. "How many did you take?" She asked me once more, As I played with a small piece of fluff. Wwithout looking up I simply replied, "Clearly, not enough."

the blossoms opened like hungry mouths this week, weeping to be fed with the songs of spring lovers, begging for something sweet to drink, not like the dry shards of morning that lay heavy on their petals. but they seal their greedy lips as the bluish fingers of dusk settle into the feeding grounds, its palms smoldering the bright flames— pink and golden fireworks that disappear into the night. though, this is the time when the dancers dance and the secrets are passed between bodies and uttered, sub rosa— the sacred waltz of may\'s night birds, who stay quiet and keep hidden from the day\'s greedy passersby.