Post by Pseudomuse on May 10, 2005 20:26:57 GMT -8
blue funk
blue funk -- n : a state of nervous depression
this day, such a hazy day, the grey smog undulating with the blue sky reminds me of this girl. if i knew why it did perhaps life would be so much easier, and i wouldn’t have to be asking all these questions to answer i only dream about. my life wouldn't be such a roadmap, with so many dead ends and wrong turns.
this girl, such a blue girl, the curve of her body undulating with the night as she came upon me, first in waves. her sweet sugary lilac perfume wafting on the slight shivery breeze till it reached my nostrils and breached my interest. she was such a blue girl, or maybe it was the flashing lights of the disco that prompted that thought. when she touched you it was smooth and slow, never hesitant. and her kisses were full of secrets and tasted like summer holidays on the coast and dark cerulean caverns hidden in watery blueholes. sometimes i thought she was a mermaid, only she had two bare feet not a slippery fish tail. but i can dream, and i did. i dreamt she was a blonde busted mermaid in my arms, tinted blue by the sea water that licked her bare skin. and sometime when i’d hold her tight and breathe in her scent and we’d be in a lagoon paradise crafted by my imagination. we danced blue under the fading flashing lights of the discothèque at the end of the world. and all I saw was blue, such a blue, blue girl.
blue boy
blue tears
blue jeans
wrapped around
a blue girl
blue heart
slipping into
their blue funk
waiting for the daylight to trip the blue wires of their existence
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blue funk -- n : a state of nervous depression
this day, such a hazy day, the grey smog undulating with the blue sky reminds me of this girl. if i knew why it did perhaps life would be so much easier, and i wouldn’t have to be asking all these questions to answer i only dream about. my life wouldn't be such a roadmap, with so many dead ends and wrong turns.
this girl, such a blue girl, the curve of her body undulating with the night as she came upon me, first in waves. her sweet sugary lilac perfume wafting on the slight shivery breeze till it reached my nostrils and breached my interest. she was such a blue girl, or maybe it was the flashing lights of the disco that prompted that thought. when she touched you it was smooth and slow, never hesitant. and her kisses were full of secrets and tasted like summer holidays on the coast and dark cerulean caverns hidden in watery blueholes. sometimes i thought she was a mermaid, only she had two bare feet not a slippery fish tail. but i can dream, and i did. i dreamt she was a blonde busted mermaid in my arms, tinted blue by the sea water that licked her bare skin. and sometime when i’d hold her tight and breathe in her scent and we’d be in a lagoon paradise crafted by my imagination. we danced blue under the fading flashing lights of the discothèque at the end of the world. and all I saw was blue, such a blue, blue girl.
blue boy
blue tears
blue jeans
wrapped around
a blue girl
blue heart
slipping into
their blue funk
waiting for the daylight to trip the blue wires of their existence
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but anyway, great job!