thedancingtoast

As she walked, she melted. Overspill sloshed out of the sides of her shoes, leaving abstract splashes on the boardwalk behind her. Her fingers had dripped so long, they threatened ...

(This primarily about just messing around with language, because I wrote it for this album I was listening to, and was just trying to work out my impressions of the ...

Written to a song of the same name, as are most things I was cold here. Not yet winter, and it was already cold enough that he needed a sweater ...