Saturday, May 22, 2010

links in my fingers and knots in my toes.

"pacin' floors, and opening doors
hopin you'd walk through
and save me boy
because im too cra-a-a-a-a-zay for you."

and somehow, there are no limits or boundaries and we just extend out and into some sort of rocky-ass terrain. but somehow, it's you.

ive not made up my mind. but what the fuck.
you dont always need a plan.
so i'm going to passive myself out.
let the groove reach its flow and float me out where it may.

and just to be clear, im squirming.
so im alright. (:

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