draw bridge
Flying over the bridge the red light hit me right in the eye. Waiting for the bridge to draw down.
Whenever I drive away the further I drive away. Drive way back to the old days when I slept well, and didn’t think about you, didn’t think about anyone else but me.
Oh, just slam the door, she said.
I didn’t want to disturb the world any more than I already did.
Whenever I drive away the further I drive away. Drive way back to the old days when I slept well, and didn’t think about you, didn’t think about anyone else but me.
Oh, just slam the door, she said.
I didn’t want to disturb the world any more than I already did.
posted by j/r at 12:19 a.m.
4 Comments:
Where hast thou gone faded prince? Thy bittersweet shadow has long been absent from the labyrinth of our story and our hearts have been spade in its absence.
i agree with that dem der learn-ed fella...what's his name? mr. giles?...whare ya gone to...
Whoa. It's been longer for you than it has for me. And I thought I was the slacker.
The faded prince doth not slack, he avoidth our sweet company to wallow in the stone he hath wrought of his virginal soul.
Riseth up besmirched sovereign and giveth thy companions a glimpse of thy august presence.
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