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If I eat the sun will the rains come?

Bring it all down

Bringyourbootsbringyourbootsbringyourbootsbringyourbootsbringyourbootsbringyourboots
I will be wetting my lips throwing sheets to the wind and walking down the creek the next time it rains
I will eat cake in the woods in the sky because Tegavania has had none for almost nineteen trillion years now
I will write my thoughts brown on my arms and legs and watch them wash clay red through my dress

These weatherfucked days, the closest I come to being wet is waking in a sweat.



I'm sorry--was that overly sexual? Oops. I didn't mean it to be.

Probably.