who will build the great wall?

spinning women with bobbing skirts like parachutes.
i missed your call and you sounded so sad on the phone.
it makes my insides curl around to the small of my back all at once.
it's just like the movies
and right now is that part of the film where the montage of my university education kicks in, lasting only minutes instead of years.
come on, anytime now...
all i can think about for days is you inside me, but there are so many walls.
so, who was the one who built the great wall? was it the emperor with all his fine silks and charm (concubines)? or, the answer seemingly in the majority, the evil white queen; with her rings and eyelashes that touch the ground.
it's certainly difficult to be certain, that's for sure.

all i can worry about for days is what might be growing inside me, but there are so many variables and so little cash. your absence is making this worse. every doubtful thought as to my health and every horrible thought as to your growing distance is making me shake like milk and strawberry ice-cream in a little metal cup. i can still smell you in the air around me and it makes me nauseous to think it'll be so much longer 'til i can bury my face in your shirt. i found the thin/curved mark of human teeth on my shoulder this morning and my eyes welled up with something strange and wet. i miss those mouth fossils of yours. please call me, and please don't get lost in that silver mine.

now that that drama's out, EVERYBODY look out for my first broadcast of "CHAR IN CHARge"
that's right. now i'm in AUDIO/VISUAL for the masses.