urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bre_can_boogie bre_can_boogie bre_can_boogie 2009-01-09T19:26:11Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:bre_can_boogie:8927 2008-12-23T05:37:17Z 2009-01-09T19:26:11Z <center><img src="http://i39.tinypic.com/25s1snq.jpg" /></center><br />I starve for conversations to inhale. I wait until your breath touches my neck and the cells start to etch off my skin, tearing off my existence, my outer coating ripping off of my integument. Words sail out of my skin, escaping out of my veins full of addiction and seep into you. Blurry images surround my inner core, desperately aligning to form the burning sensations you create. The butterflies in my stomach that ache as they touch the lining of my stomach shoot painless regrets that hold back and vanish like they were never there. <br /><br /><br />Welcome home.