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    by TooEffenSmall on August 21, 2007
    i think i'm inlove with my babyboo because i just quit smokin cigarettes. me, bursting into life. i'm a chiminey, i'm a block of ice locked up. i need safety, and you protect me. Everybody knows there's nothing worse than doing nothing. but shit, i'm sitting by myself, thinkin of you thinkin of me thinkin of you. thinkin' there's nothing better to do than singing, kissing, wasting time doing nothing with you. the sky is our eye, the sea is our shoe, we wear daisy crowns and drive around in your v.w. the whole while i smile, not a bubble of thought. but you, your sad. you remember the bad. poor baby. my Baby's tired bones. i say, "Strap yourself to the ground, on a stary day. Keep your heart with your shoe lace, and your mind far away."
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