my nipples are hard with the cold biting at them thro my stripy shirt. devotchka sings to me as i get sleepy over the thought of you getting off work.i haven't written since i met you, scared to curse the way we felt about each other, and to be truthful its made me a little rusty around the edges. i made you sick to your stomach this morning as my head and the wall were making love. speaking of, have you heard yet? i'm wondering if you like chocolate, and i wonder if the drummer was really looking at me. lovers come and go. i look back at these love/hate letters. little films of me crying, and i hope, just hope, i don't leave you in the trunk of memories too soon. i dreamt last night you were the antichrist and the night before that, that you still loved me wanted me and touched me. now my fingers are dry there's smoke in my lungs and it's about that time for ivy vs the little matchgirl.

stuck here, outta gas; i strip from driving to fast.