| "our crashed rocketship love affair is better left to the rain i'm not a re-bounder by nature but neither do i get off by rolling around in wet rubble i, with my sincerely inflected vows or, screams into the storm will swear off the birds or the bees depending on the flavor of the moment and every time i light up my last cigarette i'll stand in awe of the power of my own mind that absorbs vows" like the storm screams |