The Prodigal Daughter

Come sail your ships around me
And burn your bridges down
We make a little history, baby
Every time you come around

Come loose your dogs upon me
And let your hair hang down
You are a little mystery to me
Every time you come around

We talk about it all night long
We define our moral ground
But when I crawl into your arms
Everything comes tumbling down

Come sail your ships around me
And burn your bridges down
We make a little history, baby
Every time you come around

Your face has fallen sad now
For you know the time is nigh
When I must remove your wings
And you, you must try to fly

Come sail your ships around me
And burn your bridges down
We make a little history, baby
Every time you come around

Come loose your dogs upon me
And let your hair hang down
You are a little mystery to me
Every time you come around

(i love nick cave)

“The fringe crowd looks pretty typical for the wrong side of an LA overpass in the middle of the night. There’s a good-sized shantytown of hardcore Third World unemployables, plus a scattering of schizophrenic first worlders who have long ago burned their brains to ash in the radiant heat of their own imaginings.”

Snow Crash
Neal Stephenson

I think there’s something in the delaware river, but i shouldn’t blame it should i? It’s all our own faults. Jim came home from china for a week and we had a bonfire in which no one was spared from making out and i contracted a nasty case of poison ivy again.

see all of the debauchery here.

I get high when i finish these:

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			    malaria is not the subway(stop)
                            men standing underground on platforms(stop)
                                     (a recorded white voice advises as
			                a man sings for currency)(stop)
	
grafitti in the dark tunnels
air condtioned metal containers
blinking light. light. light.
	
he was borne under yellow light;
impregnated by a rush of people at 5:20 pm
in and out and dancing with each other while
avoiding eye contact he sings to them
	
                                  we see parasites(stop)
	
she said malaria is the most fascinating
scare she has read, it only affects the poor
it only infects the weak near standing water
in countries with people a different color
read in lines of a well distributed magazine
she salavates at the persistance of something
so small and its' immense devestation
	
it is small in relative terms
an idea is small and intangible
a parasite can be dissecected and
studied by an man in maryland inside a strip
a vaccine to an idea is another idea
absorbed into folds of brain tissue
	
			    malaria is not the subway(stop)
                            men standing underground on platforms(stop)
                                     (a recorded white voice advises as
			                a man sings for currency)(stop)
river in the heart of darkness
a spector sun through trees
beating light. light. light.
	
she was borne under sun light;
impregnated by a rush of blood in the dark
racing in and out with each other
coursing the system she sleeps with them
	
                                  we see parasites(STOP)
	
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