the immune female zoo.
Saturday, August 23, 2008
Friday, August 22, 2008
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Monday, August 18, 2008
our music is so loud we no longer exist.
when we wake up we speak in french.
in a big square minded bed.
you, me, them, and him over there.
Im young with long black hair.
our eyes make the color of the wine we drank last night.
our neighbors hate us.
I just think their jealous because we make love.
LOUD we have brave intoxicated lungs.
LOUD our orgasms of intoxicated sound.
the female zoo