something about a fresh blanket of snow...just something about it. i want to wiggle my toes in it and dance out underneath the streetlights.

i want to...and catch the thick, fat flakes on my tongue.

i shall on the way out to the car...on the way out and off to dres rehersal for the concert, my concert.

my my my

and our...

it is a life centered stable and sweet. it is a life of maddness and sweat.

yep.

eat it.