5 by carabella sands
Sounds Like
A parade of snakes Her dream dress I want to make a living Gluing thousands of diamonds For gypsy weddings Never Eat the Ghost Drugs They Will Kill You The best stuff comes out of a parade of ghosts Black cotton candy Pink rats Strobe lights that never make you nauseous Ghost parades drop gold tooth charm bracelets And shit rubies They throw necklaces made out of drugs Bees Make Honey so Bears Can Eat It Before the champagne got warm I kissed my boyfriend for six minutes And fireworks went off above us For real Shot into our guts And fireworks shot into our faces Our eyes I deflected them with my golden steal lashes A police car sat in the middle of it all Like a tired dog The streets and the sky were exploding Everyone was there And everyone was kissing Lisa Frank Love Poem I want to hug you! I want to put stickers on you and your blank walls I want to hug your paper-covered face This Summer In Collaboration with John Brnlv Rogers I will catch the moon in my golden teeth. I will extract its oils and rub them on my body. I will deeply treat my hair. The glowing will melt with my body heat. Between my fingers. What smells better? Moon or coconut? Someone has to find out. That person is me. |
Right now CARABELLA SANDS has a huge bruise on her leg from where a deer kicked her. To see pictures, you can check out her tumblr. |