Jul 02, 2004 12:41
Buzz buzz.
Yap yap.
Keep scratching the itch and eventually it will be more irritated.
My dad talks talks talks FAR too much.
Though pleasant at times, I can't say that I feel that way right now...
it seems I have a hangover minus the alcohol.
Oh, and the obvious assault of white noise on the telephone kept looming over conversation.
Finish.
End.
Dispute.
Rebutle.
Re-fuse (for phonetics' sake).
But this bond must be broken, and it's on my mind
on my mind
pressing harder like the fat wrestler stepping on my temples.
This floor ain't got carpet either.
***
Other than that: Good.
A finish until a new beginning washes back the waves.
Period.
In the words of my english teacher, Mr. Cairns, "Alright then."