Sunday, December 5, 2010

Without The Surface.

Nippled cheeks and dimpled breasts, come along through the fest. I think that once twice is just one time too many. I can't find my thoughts. They're all over today and not even that form of meditation works. I'm more interested in holding on to a firework and to imagine myself being rocketed to the heavens with Katy Perry's Fireworks popping the soothed background. Okay, I can't do this. Ta.