the end, my friends, the end.

[flowrsandrobots]

those last two pathetically true outpourings (plus this goodbye) will be the last thing you ever see in this journal. it's time to leave it all behind. i can't take much of anything anymore. i miss jess more than words can say. i hate the situation i am in and i hate how i feel all the time. here comes a new begining. i have made a new journal. if you want to be added to the friends list let me know. i am out of here for good. it's been a nice year and half.

jess, please feal better and never forget about me.
and friends the same goes for you.

i'll be around.
don't be surprised if you see a strange name added to your friend of: list.

the last song in here is for YOU:
i'll be the grapes fermented, bottled and
served with the table set in my finest suit
like a perfect gentleman
i'll be the fire escape that's bolted to the
ancient brick where you will sit and
contemplate your day

i'll be the waterwings that save you if you
start drowning in an open tab when your
judgement's on the brink
i'll be the phonograph that plays your favorite
albums back as your lying there drifting off
to sleep...
i'll be the platform shoes and undo what
heredity's done to you: you own't have to
strain to look into my eyes
i'll be your winter coat buttoned and zipped
straight to the throat and with the collar up so
you won't catch cold

i want to take you far from the cynics in this
town and kiss you on the mouth
we'll cut our bodies free from the tethers of
this scene, start a brand new colony
where everything will change, we'll give
ourselves new names (identities erased)
the sun will heat the ground under our bare
feet in this brand new colony
everything wil change, ooo ooo...

just comment if you want added to my new friends list