[[i want you to come on.]]

[buymykidney]

if i ever get married.
i want it to be in the winter.
and i want it to be just like it is in my head right now.

i had a wonderful pizza grease, washable marker,
sad boy, suit, eyeliner, envelope labeling,
bed laying, iraq talking, x givin' to yah, bilmas drinkin',
smelly, dirty, fighty, perfect night.

i love you boys in a strange way.
take a bullet boys, i will call you.
because it sounds better. and yes.
maybe my pictures will turn out well.
i hope your pictures do too.
and yeah, maybe it'll be okay. perhaps.
i wish we all shared a brain. and could make out.
and then i would just live with you'se forever.
and never worry about nothing else.

also...
mr. brian yankou should cease getting lost in my neighborhood,
and begin coming to my house to visit me.
i worry that i will bulldoze and kill the conversation
with my endless babble.
bah.

i sometimes really dislike it when i leave my computer on
when i am gone. and then it's like. BAM. and i have a shmillion messages.
and i in fact wanted to talk to a bunch of the people who im'd me.

c'est la vie,
lunch.