by any means necessary
this south is dirty and this corner is hot, summer coming up the block, seeing her t-shirt clinging to her hip and stained cherry red on the front, 103 degrees and the offer of shade, she lead me back to her sister's backyard, the pool surface like scattered conflict diamonds, she is reaching and stripped down so quickly and I can't help but follow, kissing under cover of the cool water and knowing that money never matters because tomorrow always comes early and the money comes by any means necessary...
by night
ghostly airs tonight...searching the stars for signs...waiting for the sun and it's absence...waiting for the night to come along... and we are...
ghostly by night
big island
the story of a true paradise that confesses itself and then takes your hand to some secluded corner on the beach to make out. there are Cassettes Also
new york twenty-four
night comes in with her smothering cloak, weighted, hushed, crushed brick reminders in the eaves of her coat collar, a third story satisfied smile, then straight to the fire escape window, the pages of open books lying on the hardwood floor turning errantly in her wake, eyes brightening as the stars light up and shaking a pensive nocturne from her auburn hair, she takes her throne and sighs slowly, free once more in her treasured kingdom...
yesterday
marathon drives, national monuments, and sunburns. south texas with tart tongues of cheery limeade, walking along the river labyrinth before dusk and finding purchase in having nothing at all...
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