Waking up on the carpet.
Everything is a little bit stranger when you start off where you meant to bring on. Windows gazing or sometimes putting on the ritz or maybe just Earth. Talking over the badness in the corners of the room and trying to make up and down of the soul of a house and possibly believing in ghosts but if you have a ghost there has to be a heaven and a hell because where else should a ghost go once it's worked out the thought that it could be a ghost?
Can I cannon or at least. He kissed my ear and his lips were. The gorgeous things in life clink together like metal on metal and the note is trust. Head rests on pillow like a soft boiled egg two days ahead. Crack it open. Liquid. Chit chatty over coffee. "It's still blanket weather". Marry a scientist. Just sayin'. Flash in the pan. Don't love that you're hairy. You should dye it. The ash tray is getting. Sometimes the howling does not tune itself down,but I want to be Summer close to you. All the difference in the world, is what makes waking up to you. My body aches today. Cut that apple.
