Spinning and spinning, round the West Side, planning it all out. The sun beating down only on my left arm. The best damn chicken quesadilla and having had sour cream in three straight meals. Lecons quatre et cinq, c'est tres magnifique. Off to Beverly Hills and back to Westwood for a cappuccino. Things shifting around over there in Pasadena. Cell phone a reliable bearer of surprises. Late night luxury trips.So tell me when you're gonna let me in?
I'm getting tired and I need somewhere to begin.
posted by Lucy Sloan @ 1:46 AM
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