Dec 06, 2006 19:07
aite. a thousand times aite. aite to the ceiling and the blanket, aite to the car and the white lines, aite to the water bottle, aite to the dollar bills, aite to the ill phone, aite from them through me and me through them, all around is aite. aite for the shortness of life and too many people crammed trying to make it happy for each and all, wasted times and fragile body.
she told a joke, she said, there were two people and one said "what was that crashing sound" and the other said "it is not me, i am already broke(n)". aite to sad jokes.
i wish i had a head to put my hat on, seh.