PandaGoLucky's blog Profile | Galleries | Favorites | Fanbase | Clubs | Comments | Blog Poem 11/02/11 heart beats beneath breastplates like shuddering animals. Like an old car shakes or an old man moves towards a chair. My heart doesn't have a brain. As fragile insects moving along the surface of the water alone that's what we are when we're drunk together. Your breath is like the pencil-stroke leg of a spider making blushes out of spirals you could not say I've ever spiraled out from any control. I have always beat against doorways, wanting somehow to find some meaningful cadence to spend all the moaning on. Bow up in my hair where it will never belong. How I've belonged at times in different places altogether. Sometimes my brain beats like my heart battering blue eyes. This room is the hymen of my existence an impasse that holds so much alcohol between its bosom, bottles shivering inexplicably. Liquid shimmering.     Posted on : Nov 3, 2011     Add Comment PandaGoLucky Comments: 14 Commented on Nov 3, 2011 Format got fucked up. Should read: heart beats beneath breastplates like shuddering animals. Like an old car shakes or an old man moves towards a chair. My heart doesn't have a brain. As fragile insects moving along the surface of the water alone that's what we are when we're drunk together. Your breath is like the pencil-stroke leg of a spider making blushes out of spirals you could not say I've ever spiraled out from any control. I have always beat against doorways, wanting somehow to find some meaningful cadence to spend all the moaning on. Bow up in my hair where it will never belong. How I've belonged at times in different places altogether. Sometimes my brain beats like my heart battering blue eyes. This room is the hymen of my existence an impasse that holds so much alcohol between its bosom, bottles shivering inexplicably. Liquid shimmering.