hungry_ghost werewolf i walk up and down these hallways, these flights of stairs, like a pacman ghost, as if there's always something new behind that corner, or cherries and keys and my points to protect. but it's not so bad, there's always something new to do...you can buy that new cd, or that funny t-shirt. driving was never like this. you have a new shirt on, and this beat you've yet to put through you, which makes you feel solid and you get this feeling that the song is a new road. like you're going to follow it for once, if only it didn't end so soon. if only the shirt was exactly it. and to my love, i'm sorry if i terrify you in the stereo lights. i must look like a demon, like an angel disappointed, when my skin stretches and stretches but holds. when kissing you is so close, and your skin is so close, but never enough. my eyes for a moment are clear, but then hungry again, as i'm back to bleeding out slowly, there all the while. and is it any wonder people talk of love and wine? those feelings, they seem something that was stolen from us. as if forgetting was not forgetting at all, but remembering. 030915 ... imposter Of embraces past 030915 what's it to you? who go blather from