sky snacks

Man, I can't even muster up the mustard to word. So, here's someone else's sumsings (hint: 19 yr-olds love these guys):

Someone is waiting to swallow all the halos out of you.

As your face blows through my windows, ending pieces flying all around my room.

And I love you and I want to shoot all the superheroes from your skies.

*If I had a neon screenpen, I'd doodle out a flying babycarriage with a mothwing parachute in this space. Like this maybe?: (parachute goes here) (parachute strings or whatever you call them) (baby carriage)

fell on 2004-01-27 at 3:12 p.m.

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