Muse Vomit
Every now and then my Muse visits me when she's been indulging in drink with the fairies. The inspirations she gives me at those times are incomplete and twisted...but they are not invaluabe. I record those ramblings here, in hopes that she will make sense of it all upon her return to me.


Friday, September 27, 2002  

Some days I can't get enough of you, my dependency

The need for your laughter consumes me
And like an addict begs for a fix, I beg for you

Hanging on the edge here
with eyes closed
veins empty and cracking

I wait for it...
wait for it...
wait...

for the rush of contact
and the sound
the taste
the smell
the feel
the look
of you.

posted by The Amazon | 10:07 PM


Wednesday, September 25, 2002  

There's no cause for alarm
No reason to run away
I guess there's little harm
In bleeding another day
So I stay.

posted by The Amazon | 4:29 PM

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