Saturday, February 12, 2011

Starfish out of water

And then one day it all ended and from then on it was hard to find a beginning.
And then we drank with our teeth clenched and blood on the edges of our lips like a leech so that's how we remember good times.
Cheers man what the fuck else to say. Cheers and happy birthday in our eyes to a star that's already dead a lot of times I think needing someone is that way. You're both looking but distance deafens telescopic noise and it takes all kinds of astronauts to be happy. We can be happy and you can have my oxygen and you can have my heartbeat and we don't need stars that are boring and old and dead before we even can know them by name.