lord of song
(and maybe there's a god above

but all i ever learned from love

was how to shoot at someone who outdrew you)




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Posted on: Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Posted at: 9:57 PM
She exhaled silently, lowly, pressed a sweat-soaked-from-drawing hand to her temples and closed her eyes shut.


'I need a friend,' she told the saturated, empty air.


'No - I need a stranger.


I need a blank slate to claw. You know how cats use scratching posts to declaw themselves?

That's right.



And that's right, we all need.'