  what can i say? it feels as if my kidneys are failing me. too much wine. nah... too much HONEY.
i want to know what they all know: you know--it's so sweet, smooth, so cool and out of the cage, pink feathers, and theatre miles, makeup you want to lick: now I remember: the best bar in New Haven was that gay bar near the rich kids parking complex on York: oh yeah...i missed going there by my close-minded minute.
damn. "I left my heart in San Francisco. " i will be so gay my skin will be transparent. ahh, honey, it's all about me and me and me anyway. "and music is the victim and so am i. " it's my little secret. "those are not your lips. have you been kissed by a computer? " one day, i'll be gorgeous and filthy just as i want to be... sick, sick, sick. 
