still swinging.
love piles up so high; I'm winging.
I have to still myself
My might is all I have
I see everything in focus
the locus and the orbiters
the perfect system working----
any color sky
rare scents are mine
smooth skin shines luridly.
I block my eye at the tattooed waiter
she eyes me. I'm still alive
love piles up so high; I'm winging.
I have to still myself
My might is all I have
I see everything in focus
the locus and the orbiters
the perfect system working----
any color sky
rare scents are mine
smooth skin shines luridly.
I block my eye at the tattooed waiter
she eyes me. I'm still alive