I want to eat grass again. (don't get it? don't try.)

[all_that_jazzz]

Dropping like a rock. But, only right now.
Have faith in me, please.

To you:

I hope you find this here.
I need to talk to you.
I hope you can guess who you are.
Ask your brother.

And you:

You stand resolutely by what you say, and I stand be mine. It's still mean. If it isnt intelligence then, I sincerely hope your manners aren't that far gone.
I'm sorry. But seriously.

And a bunch of you's:

Nine days!

Oh, and you:

You're right. They're not snowflakes.