kings crossing: power at midnight

I waz walking home, in the west, where its all hills and valleys, scoops in the landscape.
I decided, cuz it waz super dark and all to call josh, must have missed the el bar. wanted to feel like it waz near.
I heard the pitterpatter of potential danger, or comfort, from behind; it murmurmed: no is gunna hurtz u baibai gurll...
uhhhuuuuhhhhhhhhhh
why you turn around? you got a knife or something?

i shuck my head, no no no, ya know, just wanted to see the face that was hiding in the shadows, just heard it, ya hear, wanted to finish the picture

lips lift from straw, sipping from sour liquid in a plastic navy nautical themed mug, handle like sails: if you dunt got a weapon, dunt look behind you dollface...just huddle up and keep going cream eyes n shoulders close
and then, slowly, he reached into his pockect, and flipped open, growing from his fingers, a tiget toooth sitchblade, long, glistening like the center of tulip tiger eyes with the night air reflected and glimmering, cold rubies

wow, mista king, im not looking to rumble. im going to back up and away, the ducks are crossing man. Wait, not are you trying to impress me mr 10 inch, cuz thats not gunna make me wanna come necloser to your plastic bag breath, thats no way to bring home a lady, mista.


i made josh stay on the phone with me until i was safe inside, behind the doors of my castle. I wanted to be close to the elbar, comforted by its presence on the other side of the phoneline.