dirt verse

Firstly, sister loves kate bush her is strong and delicate  little ones with their fists tightly wrapped around vintage apron strings, waiting to lick mixer blades decadent laboring her perfect, fragrant laundry and espresso runs her hands over good books and delights in fine chocolates outstretched arms  inviting summer days to her heart the breeze and dizzy dance close her eyes and paint her smile.  she gives the sun persmission to say goodbye.  she tells the moon to lift.   this of many words in dedication to her sister

in 3rd person @ a bar: she says I hate beer now, a leggy blonde says, but oh, you must try this... and she hates that she loves it because she is very much in love with gin only vodka sometimes she anti-socially smiles after the sip, foam above her lip, wipes it with her tongue and sits back in her chair, tilts her head back to finish a New Order song snaking out of the juke box clearly it's the end of the world now.