hanging out the window with a bottle full of rain

Where the devil are my trousers?	If you're afraid of the dark remember the night rainbow	February 6, 2011	The Disappearance of James Phillimore
Live in your world. Die in mine.	her eyes were brimming with souls	You are spinning with the stars and I take your hand across miles	You taste like salt and sunshine
Tom Waits	So I'm wrestling with the demoness while the priest is trying not to soil his vestments, and Faust is just sitting there like an idiot	Life's a beach (a fish story)	Always Find Me in the Kitchen at Parties
endless liquid crystal prayerwheels spun and shining all day long in the dead city	the smell of rain pressed up tight against a cricket-song	hung the stars and the moon	cigarettes and coffee
but you had his eyes and that was sort of almost enough	English Armada	A raindrop of a human	I want the air through my hair as I swing to the clouds.
Look, the stars are falling down	It will be a hot day and these two ice cubes. We will melt, become one.	I remember the stars and a thousand colors	we are buried in rain

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