She was neon orange... She was a sign made up of electric twine... fused and melted together... from all the love she had to give... the love she rarely lived... ... ... but ... ... ... it built inside her ... burning brighter than the "Cold Beer Here" sign blazing just behind.
There was a clown at my door. A clown at my door? A clown at my door! "The circus is in town."
Watch a woman put makeup on
I saw them through misguided vision; clusters of glinting pixy dust floating through the sun. Was it just dust or really tiny fairies here to tell me something I needed to know, needed to realize?
... ... ... "I'm fucked up!"
"I have a couple hours if you wanna meet tomorrow?"