leftunspoken's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- nonsense Will you be my religion? May I follow please? Slick sliding my tongue over every offered absolution. I would take your everything if it was offered. Avaricious lack of dogma, begging for your foolish, idealistic freedom. I would take you till the only taste in my mouth was your pleasure. So-sorry lack of purpose? I know there is a now somewhere at my feet, but it's hard to see. A playground of escapism taught me life is lived in the never was, will be one day. If there had been guidance who would I have become? Teach me how to breathe tonights instead of tomorrows. Remind me what home is. It had something to do with your dick, but I always forget again when you go. I'm probably wrong about that, but too weary to construct new illusions. 3:26 p.m. - December 11, 2003 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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