jamesjonesmorris

my head is aching, voice is breaking throat is closing, models posing for the latest catalogue of feelting words and leaving gods. -- why don't you just look at me and tell me why you'll never be my one true love? i disagree. just blasting music in this city. driving by the golden gate bridge- i know i've come to hate your paranoid and playful notion that i'd jump into the ocean were you to ever look at me and tell me why we couldn't be. -- who are you? I'd never seen you before the moment you set foot in the door. Your ruby lips, chicago hips, your silver heels and little black dress- so tell me just why you're the best