Tuesday, June 17, 2008
since nothing in heres true, lets rock
her name was rosa linda she lived in a shoe said i love you baby she said i love me too
started hating dreams in high school cuz they were intense and terrifying dreams where the cubs always lost or i was alone or i couldnt scream then they got worse. then thunder crashed and people whispered things there were shadows but they werent. there were light blasts there were moans. there were dreams where an undercover federal agency of spies tapped into the thoughts at night of a private boys school made it so we couldnt feel any pain on the football field made it so we couldnt forget anything we read anything we heard made it so we could esp each other and esp right back. made it so our dreams disappeared. which we loved them for, and would do anything for them especially if it meant fighting evil. cuz fuckit compared to those dreams fighting was like licking ice cream.
hated dreams even more in college cuz it made us wonder if the xbi was still in us cuz when they were there were no dreams. and we were invincible. undefeatable. fearless, but super respectful. sorta like rosa linda, who lived in a shoe said i want you baby. said, i want me too.
would dance for you in the back room of deja vu tight spaces back there, dark places back there and two for one dances on wednesdays for you. she said whats in here, and kneed me. gently
said nothing in there but you.
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