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i want to be your lover, lipstick my name across your mirror
Created on 2004-04-04 08:13:06 (#2720163), last updated 2006-02-09
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Basic Info| Name: | blood red with flaked gunshot glitter |
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| Birthdate: | 06-30 |
| Location: | Denver, Colorado, United States |
Bioi like unripe peaches and car commercial music makes me want to cry. some day i am going to run away to california and find my beautiful dangerous angel, but for now i just fill myself with stories of love and find hope at 95 mph down the highway.
(i dreamed i was in the car with someone i didn't know. a man, tall with a deep voice and long hands. i don't remember ever looking at his face but i know that i was in love with him, i was so full of love that i felt like my chest was going to burst and second and i could hardly breathe for loving him. we were driving through the city at night, not my city but the city that is perfect, spread glittering and drunk across the rise and fall of the land, and there was music from every corner. and we were driving towards the sun, and it was reflecting off every window of every building so we were sailing through a million suns. we were the only ones on the road. and he leaned over and wrapped his arm around my shoulders and we turned and dove into the dark grittiness of the underbelly of the city. and i was not afraid, and i was at home and we were together with everything. and then i woke up, alone in my cold room with the window open and the imperfection of the real world glaring in through the slats in my blinds, and wondered why i couldn't just sleep for good.)
everything is copacetic.
(i dreamed i was in the car with someone i didn't know. a man, tall with a deep voice and long hands. i don't remember ever looking at his face but i know that i was in love with him, i was so full of love that i felt like my chest was going to burst and second and i could hardly breathe for loving him. we were driving through the city at night, not my city but the city that is perfect, spread glittering and drunk across the rise and fall of the land, and there was music from every corner. and we were driving towards the sun, and it was reflecting off every window of every building so we were sailing through a million suns. we were the only ones on the road. and he leaned over and wrapped his arm around my shoulders and we turned and dove into the dark grittiness of the underbelly of the city. and i was not afraid, and i was at home and we were together with everything. and then i woke up, alone in my cold room with the window open and the imperfection of the real world glaring in through the slats in my blinds, and wondered why i couldn't just sleep for good.)
everything is copacetic.
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