Wednesday, September 03, 2008

make it hott

She smelled bitter when I kissed her.
The music exploded into existence, like water fairies and pixie dust.
Birds and byrds shriek at the sounds of death looming too near.
Dreams are so interesting when you're wide awake.
pretty boy for pretty girl.
Her eyes freeze at the sight of him. How can eyes freeze? Who knows. A lot of impossible little things happen when people daydream.
Not writing leads to many fun dreams.
' Stop being like a paparazzi'

1 comment:

Saturnalia's Offspring said...

I love the way you write. Most of the posts, really. I just don't have anything useful to comment on most of them.