Rock N'Roll Martian! Rock N'Roll Martian!
- I'm sorry. I'm a troll. There's the death card to be forewarned. There is something all around, and it's time to hide in turtle shells. Wait around, tell you some secrets, gaze at the truth? This time around?! The awkward good-byes, that go long and linger; the ephemeral educational hellos, the time in between that gives reason for both; the moments where I am insidious in thought and practice, jubilant in discovery, rueful until, well. . . Good question.
There are times were I think that the only reason why I fell for one girl is because she reminded me of another. She looks like her, sort of. Similar body shape, but I've learned even that can dramatically change, and you can still see the same beautiful person. Personality? Yeah, she's independent, and she can be quick to be a bitch with a heart-o-gold, but then the small things get in the way. I'd like to say my admiration for one was drastically different than that for another, but lord knows. . . Well, maybe. I became violently sick last year when she left. The other, I look back, and wonder.
My gums are cut up, it feels like, the final teeth shoving through; there's grease everywhere, ganging up on my poor, helpless, pores. I'm sick here; I'm insane there. I think I'm just fine wherever you are.
- Both of them, I accuse of silence. It took me this long to learn it's a matter of self-control.
I think the cellular phone companies are all working against us. Their plan is annoy you. If not, it is a conspiracy of stand-comedians to ensure a consistent flow of material for years to come. What could possibly be funnier than odd conversations, obnoxious phone habits, irritating ring tones, etc. Other than the consistently funny 'observations on the differences between men and women,' nothing.
- Adult Swim too. Don't watch it.
What hell hath been wrought?!
- Nothing's shocking, but keep trying.
- Have a good night. I love you.
[Homer and Marge go to Moe's on the first night after he transforms the dive into a Comedy Club.]
Marge: "A four-drink minimum?"
Homer: "I'll cover you, honey."
There are times were I think that the only reason why I fell for one girl is because she reminded me of another. She looks like her, sort of. Similar body shape, but I've learned even that can dramatically change, and you can still see the same beautiful person. Personality? Yeah, she's independent, and she can be quick to be a bitch with a heart-o-gold, but then the small things get in the way. I'd like to say my admiration for one was drastically different than that for another, but lord knows. . . Well, maybe. I became violently sick last year when she left. The other, I look back, and wonder.
My gums are cut up, it feels like, the final teeth shoving through; there's grease everywhere, ganging up on my poor, helpless, pores. I'm sick here; I'm insane there. I think I'm just fine wherever you are.
- Both of them, I accuse of silence. It took me this long to learn it's a matter of self-control.
I think the cellular phone companies are all working against us. Their plan is annoy you. If not, it is a conspiracy of stand-comedians to ensure a consistent flow of material for years to come. What could possibly be funnier than odd conversations, obnoxious phone habits, irritating ring tones, etc. Other than the consistently funny 'observations on the differences between men and women,' nothing.
- Adult Swim too. Don't watch it.
What hell hath been wrought?!
- Nothing's shocking, but keep trying.
- Have a good night. I love you.
[Homer and Marge go to Moe's on the first night after he transforms the dive into a Comedy Club.]
Marge: "A four-drink minimum?"
Homer: "I'll cover you, honey."