Jun 02, 2004 00:36
I want someone to read my finished memoir in its entirety. Maybe someone will understand exactly where I am coming from then. There is a good deal I wish I could speak; but the right words won’t find me. I have to write in secret tones and chaotic metaphors. Secrets, eh? Who knew I could keep my own? I’m waiting on your call.
Oh my, I want to state it clearly. So you won’t get annoyed and bored with my evasion of subjects that have anything remotely to do with my inner sphere of happenings. My apologies.
I want to talk with some people. Or perhaps spoken word will be clearer.
“Come again and tell me
What you're going thru
…
To the moon she gave
Another good review
Turn around and look at me
It's really really you”
-RHCP