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As I knew you would be, standing in place of a sharp-edged sword I threw myself upon to greet you from afar, to catch a glimpse of your eyes peering through the redness of my soul, sweet love and molasses dripping through my hair and sticking to flesh, hot mouth and tongue wet with sweetness and salt and warm blood, wax dripping from a candle over it all, frozen lightly, cracked in places.here am I ...
It's a snow globe right?way cool...like mine?
Or is it dancing starlight?It's a snow globe right?
I'll have an opinion when I can see straight again. That should be around noon tomorrow.
I have a cure for that. Don't drink.I'm looking at a cabin in the woods tomorrow at 3 or 4 in the afternoon, so I do have the luxury of sleeping in.
It weird though that two or three beers can hit me so hard--I think age has done me a solid there. I'm a cheap date.
Molasses? Salty crackers? Wax lips? Did I just wander into a "lost" Monty Python sketch?As I knew you would be, standing in place of a sharp-edged sword I threw myself upon to greet you from afar, to catch a glimpse of your eyes peering through the redness of my soul, sweet love and molasses dripping through my hair and sticking to flesh, hot mouth and tongue wet with sweetness and salt and warm blood, wax dripping from a candle over it all, frozen lightly, cracked in places.
(Okay, it's time for me to go to bed. )