Thursday, September 21, 2006

Because Rich hates Pat Benatar

This is for you, buddy.

She told me that we belong, and that we were running with the shadows of the night. Eyes clear, she urged me to hit her with my best shot, because she was invincible. Then she laughed, throwing back her tiny elfin head.

She whispered many promises in the dark that night. She came on like a flame, then she turned a cold shoulder. She was fire and ice.

When I left her, she called me a heartbreaker and said that from now on "my clone sleeps alone."

I still don't know what she meant by that.

1 comment:

Dirk Diggler said...

Thanks. Thanks a lot.