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touch of painted curls
a strange romance with snow 
6th-Feb-2004 09:15 pm
if rain's a god taking a piss
they must be having fun today
I'll tell you where the nuggets are

Lovely. I just read all of those. :)

ashliana rocks. :)

Follow the light to carnivale, to mardi gras. Follow the sound of laughter in the dark, the smell of cotton candy they say. The smell of sea and sickly sweet, insanity's a friend.

Eleven thousand rpms to burn. Sometimes I'm glad I'm not riding a bike. I'd never survive, the way I drive. Calculated backslide on this exit, take the lane for a spin; she'll hold you tight, treat her well. A strange romance with snow. Always burn brightly: it's a wish on a note on an everblooming flower. She laughs, "You can't melt me," and I bow, "Fine, you'll never stop me," and giggle, swirling, sliding, lightly, never touching, but a pair of sorts.
6th-Feb-2004 06:58 pm (UTC)
You're random! heh.

6th-Feb-2004 07:00 pm (UTC) - Re:
I told you, I can waffle on random or deliberate. Sneaky, ne? :)
6th-Feb-2004 07:00 pm (UTC)
and sweet, too. *grin*
6th-Feb-2004 07:06 pm (UTC) - Re:
*blushes happily* :)
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