stop being so damn blasé about you in those preceding days i don't have the size to recognise that you missed it any other way, and blokes in tights and floating lights that spun your mind round on and on, a pulling bass, a painted face, a fantastic nightmare so fucking long and tortuous in its continuance but gorgeous, and mine by preference, by rule of thumb, the law for some who pound the floor and flout sod's law and draw you into their everyone. let's drink our sweat and not forget that this will take us on and on, possess us in a dream so long that an end will never come, not while we are the everyone and losing - we are undone.
