I laughed.
Smudged out another cigarette, and told more stories.
She meant it.
I brought it in upside down, sideways, sound asleep. I burned up the old year, sent it ashes to ashes into the wind in the middle of the tiny paved street. I buried it in the back yard, stuffed it in a suitcase and set it out for the garbage man. I danced to Stones. Danced with fossils. Danced by myself. I made resolutions, promises, threats to an empty sky. I cha-chinged it, cheered it, clinked it, feared it. I tried it everyway but right.
And then I put on my cowboy boots and that damned dress I had to have and sashayed it right in through the kitchen door...
Sometimes you've gotta put on your kickers to get that dust off of your petticoat....
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i love anything you write. it moves me everytime.
it's a new year....
♥ from kj
KJ...
And from this ratty tatty rickety rackety ole computer...
smith corona words...
I clink you friend!
Come a day,
a new year,
an uniterrupted cable connection,
an electric cord not chewed into smithereens by "pick~me, pick~me" puppy Paisley,
a day without cotton candy chaos,
with skies the color of every shade of blue,
I'll get to cruise again,
in a 57 convertible,
a wild, wild mustang with the top down,
the back of a pick up with surf boards clanking,
and visit again...
And until then,
it's a New Year...
And we'll dance
if even,
in circles...
Much Love,
Sing
It's a beautiful dress :)
Dee....
*smiling*
You should see how that baby spins,
sashays on a sandy floor,
swoops....
under a Full Blue Moon!
dem boots were made for this new year.
Stomp on Singleton!
I dressed up as Hugo Drax and drunk a lot of cocktails.
Clinks to you.
Scott...LOL! I'm always stompin' into the New Year! And those boots were made for me :) Happy New Year, Friend!
Ultra...ROFL! And ummmm, yeah, I had a few cocktails, too! Something about that Bubbly that always does me in! Clink!
You look beautiful here. I always liked you in boots. I miss the red light stops.
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