mutual notes writing with ladyluck no longer wage slaves the incentive to lie was high freedom is a dirty word dirt is not cheap her heartbeat between my fingers i melt with her cloud seeding o’er davis bay the sea hoodwinked gnats gobble my latte day’s eyes smile blackberries try to bloom the beginning of summer queen anne’s lace skips trips don’t make me kill you lol you are cutting my flesh you talk too much a big fat no under storm washed skies love looks good on you i love love you look younger your hand in mine