Fragments of me
I'm kind of tired of my words. My words, my thoughts, my peoms, my songs. Luckily I have Mike around to tell me what it is I should (both philosophically and theoretically) be doing and feeling, and Meagan to...uhm...not comprehend, I guess.
Tomorrow. I'm not thinking, not thinking. Throwing a little get together at my place tomorrow. Mostly an excuse for me to drink. Can't wait to leap at Scottimus. And I'm sure there are a couple of other things that should be distracting me...
Ick - Kim words. Let's switch over; someone else talk about everything that's wrong with me.
Eggnog says:
there's a romantic in there - I saw it in your eyes one night -
I can't hold this pen anymore; I don't remember what the sword is for (care of Amy) says:
I feel like a romantic.
I can't hold this pen anymore; I don't remember what the sword is for (care of Amy) says:
Stupid, and kind of hopeless.
Eggnog says:
if you say so - but that's just what all the cowards say.
I can't hold this pen anymore; I don't remember what the sword is for (care of Amy) says:
Probably. But since you seem to have this figured out, enlighten me.
I can't hold this pen anymore; I don't remember what the sword is for (care of Amy) says:
What am I afraid of?
Eggnog says:
"Each man lives love in his limited fashion and does not seem to relate the resultant confusion and loneliness to his lack of knowledge about love."
I can't hold this pen anymore; I don't remember what the sword is for (care of Amy) says:
My tummy hurts.
I can't hold this pen anymore; I don't remember what the sword is for (care of Amy) says:
Grrr.
Angel shining on the stage/ I see your sly smile but not your face/ Is it you or your music?/ I wish to embrace says:
you should get it looked at...you can't break!
I can't hold this pen anymore; I don't remember what the sword is for (care of Amy) says:
I probably could.
I can't hold this pen anymore; I don't remember what the sword is for (care of Amy) says:
Only pieces of me are useful.
Angel shining on the stage/ I see your sly smile but not your face/ Is it you or your music?/ I wish to embrace says:
i dont think i understand
I can't hold this pen anymore; I don't remember what the sword is for (care of Amy) says:
The elbow, for instance.
I can't hold this pen anymore; I don't remember what the sword is for (care of Amy) says:
Very practical.
Angel shining on the stage/ I see your sly smile but not your face/ Is it you or your music?/ I wish to embrace says:
it is quite useful too, but there is much more to a person (particularily you) then a body
I can't hold this pen anymore; I don't remember what the sword is for (care of Amy) says:
Yeah.
I can't hold this pen anymore; I don't remember what the sword is for (care of Amy) says:
But it's the in-between gunk, the stuff that's holding the body together that seems to be giving me the trouble.
I can't hold this pen anymore; I don't remember what the sword is for (care of Amy) says:
So if I can just decompose into my basic elements...?
...Tomorrow. I'm not thinking, not thinking.
Tomorrow. I'm not thinking, not thinking. Throwing a little get together at my place tomorrow. Mostly an excuse for me to drink. Can't wait to leap at Scottimus. And I'm sure there are a couple of other things that should be distracting me...
Ick - Kim words. Let's switch over; someone else talk about everything that's wrong with me.
Eggnog says:
there's a romantic in there - I saw it in your eyes one night -
I can't hold this pen anymore; I don't remember what the sword is for (care of Amy) says:
I feel like a romantic.
I can't hold this pen anymore; I don't remember what the sword is for (care of Amy) says:
Stupid, and kind of hopeless.
Eggnog says:
if you say so - but that's just what all the cowards say.
I can't hold this pen anymore; I don't remember what the sword is for (care of Amy) says:
Probably. But since you seem to have this figured out, enlighten me.
I can't hold this pen anymore; I don't remember what the sword is for (care of Amy) says:
What am I afraid of?
Eggnog says:
"Each man lives love in his limited fashion and does not seem to relate the resultant confusion and loneliness to his lack of knowledge about love."
I can't hold this pen anymore; I don't remember what the sword is for (care of Amy) says:
My tummy hurts.
I can't hold this pen anymore; I don't remember what the sword is for (care of Amy) says:
Grrr.
Angel shining on the stage/ I see your sly smile but not your face/ Is it you or your music?/ I wish to embrace says:
you should get it looked at...you can't break!
I can't hold this pen anymore; I don't remember what the sword is for (care of Amy) says:
I probably could.
I can't hold this pen anymore; I don't remember what the sword is for (care of Amy) says:
Only pieces of me are useful.
Angel shining on the stage/ I see your sly smile but not your face/ Is it you or your music?/ I wish to embrace says:
i dont think i understand
I can't hold this pen anymore; I don't remember what the sword is for (care of Amy) says:
The elbow, for instance.
I can't hold this pen anymore; I don't remember what the sword is for (care of Amy) says:
Very practical.
Angel shining on the stage/ I see your sly smile but not your face/ Is it you or your music?/ I wish to embrace says:
it is quite useful too, but there is much more to a person (particularily you) then a body
I can't hold this pen anymore; I don't remember what the sword is for (care of Amy) says:
Yeah.
I can't hold this pen anymore; I don't remember what the sword is for (care of Amy) says:
But it's the in-between gunk, the stuff that's holding the body together that seems to be giving me the trouble.
I can't hold this pen anymore; I don't remember what the sword is for (care of Amy) says:
So if I can just decompose into my basic elements...?
...Tomorrow. I'm not thinking, not thinking.