Get Busy!

"what're you gonna do, tie up a ponyyy?"


it's a comfort to know, when you're singing the hit-the-road blues, that anywhere else you could possibly go after [here] would be ... a pleasure cruise.

let's open up a restaurant in santa fe - sunny santa fe would be nice. we'll open up a restaurant in santa fe and leave this to the roaches and mice !
you're a sensitive aesthete! brush the sauce onto the meat. you could make the menu sparkle with rhyme, you could drum a gentle drum. i could seat guests as they come, chatting not about heidegger, but wine!
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what's the time? well it's gotta be close to midnight. my body's talking to me, it says "time for danger." it says "i wanna commit a crime, wanna be the cause of a fight, wanna put on my tight skirt and flirt with a stranger."

I'm not born to be a rescuer

I live in Miss. Bianca's little porcelain pagoda, peeking out every couple days, and wondering if the real world is as interesting as the stories I hear. Sometimes I think I am sick of eating cream cheese, but then I sit on the fountain, see the colours, feel my silk pillows.. I realize that a life of adventure and turrets and treacle and salt mines and rivers isn't for rme.
I'm so secluded and I don't even know it.