mmm.

one day, i will be away.
one day i will be gone.
i will be chasing, i am chasing.
matter of fact, im just a chase.
some time soon, i will be in a bathtub on a mountain, a piano on a beach, a bed by a bank.
i can feel it coming.
I will tap the top of the pyramids with my little index, i will recycle the oxygen of morocco in my lungs and then sopp up the spices with what little breath i have left. I'll tip toe down the arms of a statue in brazil, pee in the dead sea and see if anyone notices, leave my mark on the mouth of the sphinx, sucker never saw it coming, max factor no. 44. rouge.
David, I'll lean with ya. Mary, ill mourn with ya, Mecca: im there, count me in, im counting carbs to speed miles around ya. I'll wail at the wall, ill do ya one better.
I will be christiane amanpour, i am amelia in her plane, sylvie and her oven, Jackie O. Marylin Pickford and Greta. I get you Emily Bronte. We can share stories about dieties we've dated, Cleopatra. we can swap spit about white chalk, p.j. Harvey, Pattie Smith. very soon, don't believe me? take a note, write this down, save the date. Keep the camels warm Cleo.
quote me on that.



i hope.