2/8/2009

pick up artist

God I don’t want to go to bed. It is this, these moments late at night that losing all my teeth and watching all those after school specials and talking to Chris on the phone and going to your mother’s house and having those dogs and ducks jumping all over us, it is moments like these tonight when I get down to the inner most.
A transformer if you will, and my shoulders pull outwards and open up into my rib cage and the skin falls back into my lungs, and all those cool organs that go up and down, like a drum boom, boom, boom.
Are exposed.

And your hands and pick them up.
Pick them up!