I love New York, but how I miss dear old Alaska. Old friends, old parents, old times. Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't change the experience I am getting in New York for anything, but I do miss snow, and nature, and grass.
I have been promiscuous, I am sure, but not as badly as I could be. I love life, and life is fabulous. I will be the person I want to date, and I will stop searching, and let things come to me.
Two-headed boy, With pulleys and weights, Creating a radio played just for two, In the parlor with a moon across her face, And through the music he sweetly displays, Silver speakers that sparkle all day, Made for his lover who's floating and choking with her hands across her face, And in the dark we will take off our clothes, And they'll be placing fingers through the notches in your spine, And when all is breaking everything that you could keep inside, Now your eyes ain't moving now, They just lay there in their clouds.