Dear ----, I am trying to bleach out my affections as if colours were sick sheep and there is no help for me anymore, even you are silent.
So I'll take myself to the laundromat behind the dumpsters in the dark, and leave no trail. I'll put a mannequin in the window of my appartment, typing, and you'll say, "Same old girl." And for life I will be bone I will be feathery snow and milk and moonlight performing a spectral ballet like a music box made of ice. _______________________________________________ Five7Five mailing list [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://www.pairlist.net/mailman/listinfo/five7five
