Wednesday, October 04, 2006

When i finally float back up in the lift in the early hours,i'm in a fuzzy pink cloud.
Every muscle feels happily pliable like warm plasticine.Bankrupty counts,
power-man supply teachers,
suppernatural voices,can't touch me.
It isn't drink,drugs or sex.
I've danced myself into a stage of pure bliss.
My world is beautiful and,for a change,
absolutely nothing hurts.


[paintmylove]
at 4:17 AM