these are my things...
these are my things
and they are mine
and they are so blue
and I make them do
as I please
my little things
as the spirits watch me
and the colors may guide
the things that I write
Microsoft colors
like a dim orchestra
and they are mine
and they are so blue
and I make them do
as I please
my little things
as the spirits watch me
and the colors may guide
the things that I write
Microsoft colors
like a dim orchestra
Vicki and I were walking around Meijer late last night. We went because we had gotten out of the dollar movie and didn't feel like going home to our respective empty houses.
So we got in the entrance and we started trying on sunglasses. Then, after deciding that I didn't want to pay $20 for a pair of sunglasses, we started to walk away towards the toy aisle.
All of a sudden, this guy was walking towards us. And he was staring at us in the oddest way, like there was something intrinsically wrong with two girls walking around Meijer at midnight. He had on mostly black clothes and dark hair. And he sort of resembled you.
But he made Vicki nervous. So, she just kind of looked at me and smiled a tightlipped nervous smile until he was out of hearing distance. Then we both kind of laughed, because the situation was sort of odd.
"That guy reminded me of my brother Paul," I said.
She looked at me. "Yeah, but he was staring at us in the freakiest way," she said.
I glanced over and nodded. "Exactly. He reminded me of my brother Paul."
I miss you and I hope that you're happy.
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Odd because you just came up in conversation with my friend gilbert.
I am very happy
I live in sunny california
have the beginnings of a recording studio
and playing with a really good band...
Life is pretty good...
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