Lover's Lane


She's the kind of girl who lives romantic.
Red lipstick, little black dress.
Curls and pearls.
Super slim cigarettes,
Dry martinis and vodka water.
White carpet, white teeth.
Leather bound books, rotary telephone.
Typewriter, typewriter, typewriter.
Personalized stationary, personalized pen.
Perfect cursive, wet black ink.
Polite shoes, yoga mat.


She's the kind of girl who lives nomadic.
Plaid sweatshirt, blue jeans.
Sneakers and coffee.
Cheap smokes and chain smoking,
Wind-blown hair, notes on napkins.
Water-logged book, back pocket.
Mascara
Tea lights, Belle and Sebastian.
Beer and scratch tickets.
French cursing, untying.
Bubble gum and wrappers.

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danbryce said…
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March 28, 2009 at 10:18 AM
danbryce said…
david suzuki (supports BC-STV and can sometimes be a little bit of a jerk; i know this, because we've met)
beards (keep peoples faces warm and make them more manly)
volcanoes (caused a major climactic disaster in 535AD and lead to the collapse of many major civilizations ie. Roman Empire, Teotichuan (mexico), Kingdom of Yeman, etc.)
David Bowie (and his labrynithian package)

and I swear that the internet is an alternate reality which I dont expect to enter the real world... so I didnt know it was you until someone told me your last name.... see you again sometime!
March 28, 2009 at 10:20 AM
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