Falling down again, this feeling that you know so well

a child scraping up his knees...

Who's kissing the cuts and chasing behind you?



Leo says that, "there's no victims, only volunteers."

I think that I believe that if there's a crime,

there must be a crime scene.



Sorry that we peaked in my California teething.



Word on the street: the deal had been queered for quite sometime.

Small print too small to read--

"Take the tourniquet off and an artery will breathe"

the East-side summer air, thick with smog and chaparral,

hangs waiting for a breeze.

Autumn, my friend, I hope that you've missed me.



Whoa-ah-oh...that's what they say...