Now the moon looks at me as if I should know what it is thinking. for many nights of many years it has lent to me all of its secrets. Now it is furtive and mysterious. four points of light stream out from an icy center giving no clues as to what may happen next. The procession of fellows driven by strange desire have made my eyes dull. I have used this cold beacon to make heat in darkened rooms with empty hearts. Now I only have a moon that looks at me as if I should know what it is thinking.
And there you are, promoting lung cancer:
http://zippersparks.blogspot.com/2005/07/sss-smokin.html
just a little tribute to mark the passing of time
Posted by: Juan (a.k.a. LaWanda Paige) | July 10, 2005 at 08:04 PM
random props. ur a very sexy man.
<3samantha
Posted by: Samantha | July 09, 2005 at 05:55 PM
I cannot imagine anything better to adorn the atmosphere, Dan. =P
Boo-yah back at ya!
Posted by: Chris Kay | July 09, 2005 at 01:10 PM
the only glowing moon is that ass of yours sticking up in the atmosphere. boo-yah!
Posted by: dan | July 09, 2005 at 10:10 AM
I read it again with Beethoven's "Moonlight Sonata" playing. Nice.
Posted by: Paul | July 05, 2005 at 09:52 AM
I like this one a lot.
Posted by: Chris | July 05, 2005 at 05:25 AM