today i danced around crazy. nobody home. tonight i went to the beach. & wanted to just swallow all of that salt water, like the tears of all my friends - even the ones i don't know yet.
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i wish i was a tea-cup.
then i could exist in weetzie books. be held to the frosty glossed mouths of bleached godesses & old charlie bat men who wear old style hats.
i could be present at little girls' tea parties. touch the lips of giggly girls with dainty wild smiles.
i could kiss the lips of shaggy haired boys, who sip jasmine tea in gulps. under their twinkle lights - very late at night. like i do all the time. & then i could wake up, as if i was always in a porcelain stupor.
& i could really kiss your lips. i could really be your fine china doll.
>> ah.lex.crumb
