Would you like to swing on a star?
Pants pants, where are you my clothes of the leg?
Don't you know that you are not here? I am home from the party and the taxi driver knew Danny and his siter was a gothic witch who did spells, yes. And the night is a different place, josie said so, in my head. Stephie, and that other person was there. Scarlett! For she is Circe! Scairce! Ha no that doesn't work.
My shoes are not yet off but the punch was funny coloured, red and b lue and yello w and pus coloured, Peter arrived before the yellow nono, after the yellow which means no Tamaric! I smell like Verdandi, hello Mouse! Smellies. Boys! Some of ther eare pretty and most people's necks are nice, I compliled a study and they all had soft necks but some use five kinds of moisturiser so I don't blame the skin for running away at the sign of roughtness, because it is scary.
The water in the hot water bottle was pretty, all clear and not tea coloured because I was giong to put a tea bag into it in case I got thirsty, but then I remember that hotties are made of rubber and will make the tea taste like rubber too. Bad. I told the tap off I dont' remember why.
I haven't tried taking my boots off yet my toes are toasty and my arm had a big lump on it from my brothers bitey girlfriend, my arm went WTF and blew up. Rabies! Rabies! So I took a lemsip when I got home because it was orange and a cure all. And my throat hurt a little.
I can do this when I'm not durnk too. I don't think i am I'm just all blendy. I am drinking water. :)
You are in danger of becoming repetitive you are. And ooooh, the person singing Sinamore is all singy... Yeah. I hope everyone gets home safe.
I wrote another poem for Ruby but I left it in the kitchen. In my head. My kitchen head must be different to my bedroom head because I can't remember it anymore. It had something to do with Venus and clams. You'll have to make the rest of it up yourself.
My lemsip ran out on no back to the depths of the sore throat for me. OMG my imps are lined up in a perfect patterns and it wasn't me! I didn't mean to! It is just like that now, and freaking me out because it's so zig zaggy.
Almonds almonds almonds. You are like marzipan and I don't like you, even if you are pretty on cakes.
Silly, silly.
Moral superiority, what??
I saw the logo of capsule corp for the first time in ages today, on my money thing, facing me, and it brought back memories and I had to go see ToT and the layout has changed. Like us all.
Numb lips from too many sips and a head sure to spin. I keep it to myself because it is mine and you will make it yours. It is meant to be shared because it is art but it will be shone back at me brighter and brighter. I am a selfish thing but I don't want to be an echo.
I understand the music protectiveness of Circe, really I do. Things that make us unique that are broadcasted to the masses or even loud ones that are like masses inside themselves are not ours anymore and we all want to be special.
Like dolphins.
And what we say and what we want to say is not the same sometimes. Don't read into that, it's just playing at the moment.
Don't be silly. But if you do let other people. I can't get the necklace off my neck but I'll try again. There I did it.
If you traded lives with a looser, why would it be a miracle?
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan a pleasure dome decree. Then the writer got distracted and couldn't finish it.
And now to bed. The rest is silence.
Don't you know that you are not here? I am home from the party and the taxi driver knew Danny and his siter was a gothic witch who did spells, yes. And the night is a different place, josie said so, in my head. Stephie, and that other person was there. Scarlett! For she is Circe! Scairce! Ha no that doesn't work.
My shoes are not yet off but the punch was funny coloured, red and b lue and yello w and pus coloured, Peter arrived before the yellow nono, after the yellow which means no Tamaric! I smell like Verdandi, hello Mouse! Smellies. Boys! Some of ther eare pretty and most people's necks are nice, I compliled a study and they all had soft necks but some use five kinds of moisturiser so I don't blame the skin for running away at the sign of roughtness, because it is scary.
The water in the hot water bottle was pretty, all clear and not tea coloured because I was giong to put a tea bag into it in case I got thirsty, but then I remember that hotties are made of rubber and will make the tea taste like rubber too. Bad. I told the tap off I dont' remember why.
I haven't tried taking my boots off yet my toes are toasty and my arm had a big lump on it from my brothers bitey girlfriend, my arm went WTF and blew up. Rabies! Rabies! So I took a lemsip when I got home because it was orange and a cure all. And my throat hurt a little.
I can do this when I'm not durnk too. I don't think i am I'm just all blendy. I am drinking water. :)
You are in danger of becoming repetitive you are. And ooooh, the person singing Sinamore is all singy... Yeah. I hope everyone gets home safe.
I wrote another poem for Ruby but I left it in the kitchen. In my head. My kitchen head must be different to my bedroom head because I can't remember it anymore. It had something to do with Venus and clams. You'll have to make the rest of it up yourself.
My lemsip ran out on no back to the depths of the sore throat for me. OMG my imps are lined up in a perfect patterns and it wasn't me! I didn't mean to! It is just like that now, and freaking me out because it's so zig zaggy.
Almonds almonds almonds. You are like marzipan and I don't like you, even if you are pretty on cakes.
Silly, silly.
Moral superiority, what??
I saw the logo of capsule corp for the first time in ages today, on my money thing, facing me, and it brought back memories and I had to go see ToT and the layout has changed. Like us all.
Numb lips from too many sips and a head sure to spin. I keep it to myself because it is mine and you will make it yours. It is meant to be shared because it is art but it will be shone back at me brighter and brighter. I am a selfish thing but I don't want to be an echo.
I understand the music protectiveness of Circe, really I do. Things that make us unique that are broadcasted to the masses or even loud ones that are like masses inside themselves are not ours anymore and we all want to be special.
Like dolphins.
And what we say and what we want to say is not the same sometimes. Don't read into that, it's just playing at the moment.
Don't be silly. But if you do let other people. I can't get the necklace off my neck but I'll try again. There I did it.
If you traded lives with a looser, why would it be a miracle?
In Xanadu did Kubla Khan a pleasure dome decree. Then the writer got distracted and couldn't finish it.
And now to bed. The rest is silence.