You know. I'm rarely significant enough to be someone talked about. But I can see now a steady grapevine growing and grabbing things in its path, and I can see it's coming straight from my belly.
It doesn't feel so hot.
I have no idea why anyone would want to be famous. I can only imagine that every little thing a famous person does feels like this-- this... loss of control.
3 comments:
hon, it's called obvious vein. and ure not gonna be famous for having thick vein, dont worry. i assure u, no paparazzi is going to chase u, ever, for a tiny shot of ur belly vein.
Owh the imagery- a grapevine good enough for wine (or at least best quality grape juice....)
I imagine this scary thick vine growing outta your belly button, grabbing things and killing everything in your path.......you know, crushing cars, pulling out lamp posts....
scary. Hope the haters lay off. And only the nice people talk about nice things.
my belly vein. that's, I believe, even more gross imagery. Thanks Tun. :P
i know everything is in my head, but that's enough to make me wake a bit blue. blue is never a color you wanna wake up to...
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