How come I can pick my ears. But not my nose. Who made up that rule anyway. How can you say that's the way it is. . That's just the way it goes. Why don't you decide for yourself.
I'm a pixie. I'm a paper doll. I'm a cartoon. I'm a chipper cheerful free for all. . And I light up a room. I'm the color me happy girl. Miss live and let live.
Life knocked me off my platforms. So I pulled out my first pair of boots. Bought on the street at Astor place. Before new york was run by suits. And I suited up for the long walk.
You're taking up lots of space. Your shit is everywhere. Your breath is all up in my face. Your hands are swarming in the air. You're the first one out of the car and then.
Who knew. At this party that. I would walk in and I'd see you. I guess now. . We could just get drunk. Yeah, and that would be our excuse. You could slip.
You crawled into my bed. Like some sort of giant insect. And I found myself spellbound. At the sight of you there. . Cocooned in my room,. Beautiful and grotesque and all the rest of that bug stuff.
Pale purple nipples, goose pimpled. She shivers shifts from a walk to a trot. Alone in the city infested with faces. Immune to new friendships. . Interested in places she's never seen.
I'll be your biggest fan. I will be your fool. I'll be your exception. To whatever the rule. And I ain't the type to bitch. I ain't the type to cry. I'll sit at your red light and wait.