18 April 2012
windy laughter around my legs skirt tails whipping my life into disorder and then there's you in the auditorium holding every screaming pansy's breath keeping my breath short
and then quite by surprise I suddenly smelled You of an unwashed body and a closed off room where guitars litter the floor so I wondered if this was how all musician smelled or if or if it was the smell of laziness and I thought probably, possible, and with a lot of profanity it was both
The Song Of Disorder • Opuss № I