Et Cetera, Et Cetera
Picturing you there in the soft, pink glow of a reinforced-steel, bombproof limousine right where I want you nothing can touch you nothing can touch you they were always telling me that the universe doesn't revolve around me and my desires all of these failed pop-quizes fold themselves over into oragami demons that set him on fire and slowly eat him alive yeah they were always telling me son, it doesn't all revolve around you and your desires cattle leaping barbedwire fences white children in black rooms a satisfied wife in a satisfying home grey motion pictures of an atom bomb blast et cetera, et cetera I wasn't really listening I wasn't really listening blame it on distraction I was never really listening GBEgood evening, sir. good evening, ma'am. *Lief steps into the elevator and whistles to himself as the door closes before him* Written March 14th, 2002 © on Mar 13 2002 03:23 PM PST 10 • 0 • 9
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"Picturing you there in the soft, pink glow..."