kristafogel:
not even Helmholtz could fathom this sensation-al stairway to heaven.
kristafogel:
boys will be girls and girls will be boys, as they say.
kristafogel:
le petit chapeau, i like the way you dance through yellow lights.
kristafogel:
wasn't it supposed to be a little bit of blue and a little bit of yellow?
kristafogel:
you are my longest wavelength. nearly but not quite infrared.
kristafogel:
freedom 55. squaring up security through basic primary visions.
kristafogel:
re/make. be open. i see purple in your near future and orange in your not too distant.
kristafogel:
i like the way you brighten up the blues.
kristafogel:
red alert. bottom's up.
kristafogel:
i see you haven't quite yet got to mixing up a nice green.
kristafogel:
for hue does your bright red dial tone hum?
kristafogel:
i admire the woman who takes on male stereotypes.
kristafogel:
primary puritans, i sense your fear in mixing.
kristafogel:
somehow i get roped up in your cautionary tale.
kristafogel:
the cockiest two. boo hoo, blue who?
kristafogel:
first we want your mittens. then we want your soul.
kristafogel:
just 2 blank windows peeking back and forth at each other.
kristafogel:
so what's it gonna be?
kristafogel:
did you really need the farm to cultivate closure?
kristafogel:
captain hook me up, to the safety of staying in one spot.
kristafogel:
i've tried to trap apollo, too.
kristafogel:
since when does mother nature lock us in?
kristafogel:
that bandaid's gonna stick. keep them wounds sealed.
kristafogel:
never become a slave to the master.
kristafogel:
such kindness in your yielding caution.
kristafogel:
your jaded honesty. it's a beautiful trap.
kristafogel:
i see your shiny slippers. i know your intentions.
kristafogel:
i love the way you wear that necklace around your rusty cage.
kristafogel:
just waiting to get picked up at the bar.
