So I started to wake before the sunrise, and that can only be a good thing, meaning that I slept a sound sleep on a good night. Warmth is differrent here, and it takes a fresh palet of new and different aromas that I am somehow being enticed to experience, like the way I started taking my coffee. Dark and sweet, which is so totally unexpected that I suddenly started feeling faggotry looming on the horizon.
But that is not it. It's just that so sweet smell I am oh so familliar with, like the exotic cocktail of some quixotic and taunting pair of eyes. The taunt for the taunt and the stab for the stab, cut by the cut and seam by the seam... I can play it that way, I'm only cautious not to win by losing, nor to lose by winning; just to be lulled by the rhytm of the dance is enough for me.
I'm a cool cat, a smart dog and a pig of a man, but my eyes are green, my heart is raw and my skin is starting to take on the complexion of the sky.
Things are looking up old chap, they're looking up.
