Beaucoup.

Mercy, mercy me.

Could this have been the break I was waiting for?

Chocolate lips on hard bronzed kisses?
Did I get my fill?
Razor sharp blades against a plastered wall?
Is time quickly ticking against my will?

Who knows. I'm going for it.


Do I belong to the man now? Who knows, right?

This entry should have been titled "?", but beaucoup will have to do, to do.

I remember when we'd spin so fast, we'd forgotten where we'd started.

Wind up, because here we go again. Cryptic, cryptic, cryptic. We're just going for a ride, that's all. Want to come?