Rendezvous
03 September 06 : 05.28 PM
I knew this guy who is 21 now, and at 16, he packed his bag and headed for Australia alonealonealone to climb their rocks and breathe their sand and lick their moon. Without a word he left and back months later stronger. I need that kind of escapism.
I have been restless of late. Blasting Idioteque and I Disappear and Strangelove and all those electronica pieces that remind me of flashing neons and about fucking emotions away. Give me something that makes my heart feel like it's pulsating and never malleable because the temperature's too low to melt metal.
Oh Lover, don't hurt me. This cosmic girl of sort haven't the knives to protect herself. You're this creature like coarse voice of raw eyes and you drown her because she's no mermaid inside.
Brail brail brail brails.