bleeding_on_the_coats_of_the_rich_and_famous sab and i wonder if they even noticed and i wonder if they'll ever notice all that fur and leather "its the black one" they slurred, brains dulled by a night filled with alcohol and dazzling entertainment in the morning, they'll have forgotten the moronic, drunken sentances that sluiced out they'll have forgotten the plebs that served them drinks they'll have forgotten the waiters that paciently handed them food, all night long they'll have forgotten the people who worked the night through but theyre coats will remember for i left my dna signature upon them inadvertatnly bleeding on the coats as i passed them back secretly leaving a piece of me upon their lives 040627 what's it to you? who go blather from