Guitar Highway Rose

I'm hungry for a juicy life. I lean out my window at night and I can taste it out there, just waiting for me.

Some ideas are not born of logic and good sense. They are made of clouds and cobwebs. They sprout from nowhere and feed on excitement, sprinkled with adventure juice and the sweet flavor of the forbidden. The psyche moves from the realms of the ordinary and takes a delicate step towards the unknown. We know we shouldn't and that is exactly why we do.

they do not kiss but they both want to instead their feet touch and so do their arms it is electric magic their tiny arm hairs tingling happily lying together the sun warming them watching sky through green-leafed gum branch close enough to hear each other breathe sweet togetherness this lazy lying down dance of love

Twenty miles out of town. A million miles from the life you left behind.

What cannot be seen: our crumpled childhoods, our scarred wrists, how we hated our bodies, how hard we tried, your needle marks? my envy.

Your first crush is allowed to be on a doofus." "Mine won't be. I'll choose a handsome gypsy boy who'll break my heart, or a soft girl with a diamond in her belly button.