another

lying is the most fun a girl can have without taking her clothes off.

I walk down this street, it's early morning hours. My leather jacket hangs loosely on my boney shoulders as hear the distance calls of saxophones and tambourines banging to a beat. Dragging on the last of my stick, my make up is subtilely bold which enhances my eyes. My hair flicked over as usual, as my brown hair is slowly tickled by the wind. My shoes are black with silver studs and shoelaces. I walk down this street with my bare legs feeling the fingertips of the suns rays. I walk past a small deli and smile at the passing strangers, making up life situations for them all. A electric 60's bass guitar chimes in followed by a Jimi like singer who sings about the good style and trades in life and how a little bit of feel good goes a long way.

My lips feel as healthy as my lungs from not colliding, like I care though. I've met this guy, right? Tall, urban gent hair but a danger zone. I think for a second, not a little longer, and think what do I have to loose but my 2 limbs? I tend to be a fly sometimes. I get all caught up in a web and then the spider is about to squeeze it's overpowering venom into my body, I wink and fly away. One day though, one very deserving day, I will wink and that spider will wink back and rip me apart. It's happened once before, but I only lost a eye. However, this situations a little bit of a swap really. A intentional swap, that some people will not be happy with. But what you gonna do, hey? I'll be in my second world before I deal with that shit.