-Ethereal-
By dlb
I walked around the silver screen and dreamed of bright, glassy cherries shining red in the glow The good vibrations spread throughout my body and I offered it up to the sacrificial altar to please the revolutionary one Crunching footsteps amidst whistling calls to barefoot believers There will come a moment when all of this will slip through my fingers drip forth from my pores and I will have nothing The dark clouds will break without sunshine and my body will fall limp to the floor I will lie naked in my own blood and blazing angels will stand ready to grasp my hands. Written March 1st, 1999 © on Nov 11 2001 12:49 PM PST 0 • 10
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"I walked around the silver screen..."