She'd drive over to my place in her old man's benz. It seems that lots of people think about their careers, but she never did that. She thought about living as much as she could in a short period of time.
With her, I was an outlaw. We liked the spend the weekends dressed up as cowboys. She has a fantastic scar on the base of her spine.
She was like a disorder, adrift, incoherent and obscure. She liked to play house and eat gummie vitamins for breakfast. She was a lover of ghosts and creatures. Here's to another glass of milk,