she looked at him through the grey-green eyes of loss must make you feel weak and abandoned house on the hill looking down the rabbit hole up and wait for the worst to pass the peas and mashed potato famine left millions stranded in the middle of nowhere in particular about his ties and cufflinks it kind of makes him a jerk off to a poster of Farah Fawcett tacked to my younger brother's bedroom wall between you and me I feel like we can't even talk radio on the ride to work it out between the two of you I want nothing to do with it was as though he had this thought his entire life and it was now only starting to ripen into fruit of the gods can only help you now that you're alone let me take you in my arms around me and left me sighing with bliss bliss bliss

Yours,

I


If I were an unknown legend, I would....be somewhere on a desert highway, riding a Harley-Davidson