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If youre wondering why im here, if you saw the unopened towers of mail setting the table with me in the backround, its probably common to worry when i stare at the carrige through the doorway...its all in good intention. The altitude exausts you, but it very well could be the invisible cloud of smoke prying into your lungs while you nap.
alright, ive hesitated long enough. if you go into the kitchen, inside of the fourth cubboard youll find scissors and a scalpul. It says "open when the blue jays sing." You see there are parts of me that shouldnt remain after all these years. I have this reflection in the majority of thought that shoot straight from my memory and make wholes in inside my veins. To be more descriptive, everyday at the right moment the invasion of normandy acts itself out through my chest. Your job is to remove this organ responsible for the production of this toxin.
When you remember, you remember distinct feelings that define why it became memorable. I remember when i first saw you. Thats when the theory popped in my head that the pupils of human beings are rays of our love waiting the find the pupil that fits. When i sort through that day all i remember is the way you spoke to me through those rays. There is kindness and affection you can only read about in books, buts yours is a dream come true. Its hard to steer away and see the way our rays have dimmed and lost track of the way your skin felt in candle-light and the way my gelled-up blood became liquid again when i found out a kiss was not a kiss, but an attempt for a match of energy that language is useless against. You never felt alone until you were away, and theres only so much reason can take. When all thats left is the past, and the hope for a better future is exactly the opposite. When the earth reaches its next checkpoint we would have gained nothing more than a stronger tolerance and all the reasons we should leave...but cant. I'll be right back.
alright, ive hesitated long enough. if you go into the kitchen, inside of the fourth cubboard youll find scissors and a scalpul. It says "open when the blue jays sing." You see there are parts of me that shouldnt remain after all these years. I have this reflection in the majority of thought that shoot straight from my memory and make wholes in inside my veins. To be more descriptive, everyday at the right moment the invasion of normandy acts itself out through my chest. Your job is to remove this organ responsible for the production of this toxin.
When you remember, you remember distinct feelings that define why it became memorable. I remember when i first saw you. Thats when the theory popped in my head that the pupils of human beings are rays of our love waiting the find the pupil that fits. When i sort through that day all i remember is the way you spoke to me through those rays. There is kindness and affection you can only read about in books, buts yours is a dream come true. Its hard to steer away and see the way our rays have dimmed and lost track of the way your skin felt in candle-light and the way my gelled-up blood became liquid again when i found out a kiss was not a kiss, but an attempt for a match of energy that language is useless against. You never felt alone until you were away, and theres only so much reason can take. When all thats left is the past, and the hope for a better future is exactly the opposite. When the earth reaches its next checkpoint we would have gained nothing more than a stronger tolerance and all the reasons we should leave...but cant. I'll be right back.