Huh(Sulfur Burning)

All the movies you'll want to love the most will leave you feeling wronged, and people are even worse for the wanting, they'll take you to high places in the sweet caress and kisses of warm updrafts, to drop you on your cold hard head. Does it have to be that way, us all polar and consolidated, unbreakably coded nuts, or does Love exist in space and time beyond our heads and buzz? I always thought it did, when I panted inside, or longed for them like a word that doesn't have a word for it but everybody knows just what you mean, also in the head, but worse, for not having a worse pain there to draw the pain away from the true pain, psychosomatica, my own homemade orange crushed crush. It is all in our heads, but sharing really is everything; share the joy, hide the pain, lie in love and get it as a bed, because I'm glad to see you, glad you see me. (Sulfur Burning: Looks like a Venus de Milo broke leg, with an ass up twist and mostly melted away; to me. As always, sorry for the southern shiv of badly written twist in the ribs ya'll!) suckas!