i've sort of been haunted by a night i had about a month ago, where i second guessed myself extremely, very very stupid and shallow and fucked up,
two little monsters playing on grass
with the perfect little wind
and she roared
and i roared
and in the morning it was very awkward, not roaring anymore

and of course this applies to several of my nights, lonely drugged up and wandering, nowhere else to go, but i have to admit that mary bear was right
all i needed was another monster to hold against me
and i was very fine with everything

(i like the way giraffes feel when you hold them against yourself. i'm an elephant though, so it makes sense to me)