...

I wish I had made a copy...so I coul remember why. So you could remember why. So I could lie underneath those blinking lights and just hide underneath your palmtrees.

Oh dear. What fun. Yes, what fun.

mushy and gushy.

Fuck dude,

I'm always in the mood for love.

Reason.

It's easier to just say it out loud...

"You are dead."

I'll see ya in the afterlife.
(although, I do enjoy the curly locks with hott hands SO much better.)

Don't worry about it.

Just another addiction added to the list.

If you could just, hold me? Like that...okay...good.

Breathe IN. and OUT.

ALL GONE!

Happy day.

Simplicity. I always knew I enjoyed you.

Come home.

FLASSSSSHSHHHHHHH!

I have that THING, and it's on a STRING.

AH! hahahahahahahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.

With love,

Sally Jerry Bob

Click, click, click.

The leather ran through her hands and the hills bounced them around.

It exuded between the two in the front. You know, it.

The pretty girl was sleeping in the back with her forearm gently placed across her eyes, with her knees rocking side to side as they turned round and round and up and down.

QUIET.

Dun da dun dun Dun da da dun....laaaa laaa laaaaaaaaaaa.

"This song. It hurts my heart."

"Me too."

................................................................. watching. watching. watching.

"Why does it hurt you heart?" (such a puppy dog)

"It just does..." How could it not?

p.s. hello.

Precision. Decision. Oh, dear.

You wanna know what I want to do?

I want to sing with you. Just once.



Please, stay the fuck away from me.

Apologies my good man.

But something seems to have switched it's home...?

P.S.

You remind me of...me. (the anger, the love, the pain, the falseness, the reality, the voice, the confidence on top with the vulnerability underneath, the 'cute' chubby cheeks. the constant fear of loss.)

Trust me, love, you won't be saying it forever. I promise.

P.S.

I used to love too.

(I'm still filled with P.S.'s)

Boom, boom, CLAP.

There is a bruise.

All of you are beautiful. Most definitely.

Just POP the question.

Coward.

Boom, boom, clap!

SAY CHEESE.

I get to ride on the train tonight.

I can feel a REALLY REALLY hott one.

Sleep time.

The first night I didn't continuously hit the number 4.

Was the first night you told me something.

Was the first night I woke to you.

Was the first night I didn't hear your voice.

Since forever.

I like these things... HAH PEE.

"Love's never going to be totally certain, but this could be bordering on ridiculous." -Anonymous.

"Do not spoil what you have by desiring what you have not, but remember that what you now have was once among the things you only hoped for." -Epicurus

"What use would it be to know that? You musn't live in the past. Don't weep over what cannot be helped. Devote your energies to what you can still change. You haven't the right to give up the struggle." - Flavia Bujor.

"This is what I imagine love to be; incompleteness in absence."- Edmond & Jules de Goncourt

Let's think about the ratio of those who are truly happy...and those who aren't.

...it's kind of sad. even the happy part.

Well this is a pleasant fiction, isn't it?

Pretend, that it's five years from now.
Pretend, that my hair is long, and you have a scar on the bone of your cheek.
Pretend, that my music box is broken, and I no longer hold my knees into my chest.
Pretend, that the airplane's stopped flying.
Pretend, that my stomach was stapled shut.
Pretend, that you have lost all memory to what has happened.
Pretend, that my car was smashed in a terrible storm.
Pretend, that it's ten years from now.
Pretend, that I read all your letters.
Pretend, you slip into an unrelaxing coma hoping never to wake up.
Pretend you do.
Pretend you don't.
Pretend that it's seven years.
Pretend that it came full circle.
Pretend that I read that stamp.
Pretend you're alive.


Pleasant. Yes?

Who stole the cookie from the cookie jar.

It's something that I miss...not something that I want.

Rip, slip, Brush. AH!

Here's the deal.

I saw my teeth the other hour.

A lot. They weren't BRIGHT white, but they were pretty bright.

Um. I also saw remnants of something I used to wear around my head. But then a bug crawled into my ear and... well.

There were a lot of bugs where I was.

But, when I looked into the mirror and saw my teeth, I couldn't look away.
And then my hands laced up like shoes and I laughed.

The purple around my eyes, and the constant noise from the book on the windowsill just tore me apart.

And then sleep.......I could feel my teeth burning.

Sleepy tight.