we don't need wings to fly, just an overpass and the accelerator.

redefining acrostic poetry. [the seduction of the backstage all-access pass, gets you way more than a personal tour of the band's dressing rooms]

is crawling with unsent letters, fake ID's, love notes, resoltuions, to-do lists, g strings, chewing gum packets and alco pop tops.. this is a collection of words I cant turn into poems. aka random shit i felt like giving an air.

sun wrapped around your arms.

i've been wistful.

and I wish…i could pluck the stars from the sky and give you a miracle but i'm afraid you'll get the wrong idea and break them into pieces before swallowing them whole.

it's getting hard to breathe in los angeles.

Section 8 - Tantric Allure My own personal experiences with the series. Thoughts, ramblings, theories, and other tidbits I found amusing or interesting.

oO Weird. It kind of plays off of the idea of "You don't know where that's been" or "You don't want to know where that's been" :3 Read if you're curious, you cat, you.