after we got kicked out of the gay bar, we sat in the car, under lightning skies, and planned out revolution. we listened to kate bush, king of the mountain...

"the wind it blows, the wind it blows, your clothes..."

i'm dizzy with a 1920's antici...

pation of the world to come, but i'm sure i'll have nightmares of you where you have pocket watches for eyes, blinking from the bottom up.

"i eee look at the sky, and feel the tears, of the prophets cry..."