She is the road.

[YABYUM]

I feel her underneath my walking and I feel her in my talking. Mostly moist thoughts of her when I am engaged in converse with clowns. Beer should recognize me at every point. For a beer is not she, but in stead, is her. Stead fast we cheat on she, and she knows I love her. Ah but she has me, she knows this and so her ideas lead me straight home to she. When I’m with her I want only she, when I’m riding she, she’s only feeling like I need a lot of her. This hurts. She and her are hand in hand, laughing with me every step on every path all a long way.

[Axanderdeath]

I feel her underneath my walking and I feel her in my talking. Mostly moist thoughts of her when I am engaged in converse with clowns. Beer should recognize me at every point. For a beer is not she, but in stead, is her. Stead fast we cheat on she, and she knows I love her. Ah but she has me, she knows this and so her ideas lead me straight home to she. When I’m with her I want only she, when I’m riding she, she’s only feeling like I need a lot of her. This hurts. She and her are hand in hand, laughing with me every step on every path all a long way.

touching...

[mousey1]

"she is the road"

she is indeed
sometimes rutted
sometimes weaved

but let her lead me
to places I've never seen

and home

always home again

[mnaz]

and I love that configuration of her. and she had it coming.

[YABYUM]

you act.
write.
she is.
her ha.