Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Scarlet letters. Scarlet time of the month. All I can think about is that bottle of scarlet raspberry, along with its brothers peach, citron and mango. Gonna have an alcorgy on the seventh, that's all I know. Scarlet days and scarlet nights. If the remedy for dejection is anger, I welcome you, scarlet woman. Sometimes, don't you wish you were her, as much as you detest her. I've never been brave or stupid enough to let that blood bloom clean. Maybe that's why, maybe that's why. Faraway eyes and smiles despite myself. Despite it all. What was it all that I ever felt. Scarlet volcanoes. Alcorgasm.
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3:02 PM