Merry Meet Merry Part, Merry Meet Again, Merry groundhog's day
She's got a whole lot of reasons, but I've got too much time to waste. Sensei is so beautiful and so full of heart and soul, ladada. Its a wonderful day, that makes me smile at things just things. I have exactly one hour and 30 minutes, and I hope I can woo my way into your heart, I hope I can feel my way into this path, oh boy I want to be in you like blood cells like lymph nodes, like rhythm. Feet of the queen and Toast to the king, just please indulge me. Be my sweet indulgence. I may have been used, but I'm most certainly ok with everything as it is, everything as it was, desuyoo. I'm more than hungry for you, I want to be a wolf that rips your skin and licks your face. But thinking about it doesn't change the fact that we're detached, emotionally isolated, but you're my adorable mountain man, my land to discover. I thought of misa this morning and how I might never have him completely I might never feel confident just simply because nothing can possibly be forever, and I thought I could always have her, always think of her and laugh and always talk to her and feel everything I could need to feel and spill and devour. But really she will die, he will die, I will die, This world will die, death is not the worst that can happen, most certainly I cannot understand all of my fears concerning death, but my irrationality has never been something I've been proud of. I have a bad mentality, just believe, that I have the best intentions when it comes to you, and yes, I regret most of the things I say. People who say they have no regrets, well try if you will to change the context in which you believe you've never made a mistake you're not proud of. I believe I was reading a book, and I smiled real wide and tried so hard to play it cool, like cool luke, but I really tried to send you that message, I'm all yours, please don't treat me like an old doll in an abandoned toy box. I just made a loud noise in a quiet place, and my heart bleeps beats bleeps. What a bleak existence, I seemed to understand yesterday. He was a pompous jerk off with a tatooed heart that said please love me, as long as I never love you. I'm not a girl who misses much. Really misa you make my world go flipping all around, I don't know whether I'm willing or able, but damn, I'm jealous, I'm fuckinging putting it right in front, you're all that I never was I never will be. Warmed temper, I'm just cool rolling today, I'm just approaching this like I was a jedi samuel jackson cool fucker, that's what I am today, fuck that's what I am today. You know its me, but you still can't catch this. What would you do if you were living the same day over and over? What would be the first thing you would want to do? You're kind, You're warm, You're everything. I kept repeating, preaching, I can always forever think it, but I can never ever never say it. Damn, you're lovely. I wouldn't mind if today to be repeated and frankly, I'm heartbroken that it hasn't. as if I was cold split pea soup
resting on a cliff. I don't get angry, not like you. We called you a man, and believe me, but everything you say feels so round and I can't grab ahold of it. I can't hold onto you, not in my memory, not in vain faith that I must keep in my place. Ugly small sister, frail deaf sister I am I am. LIsten to the warning I give, please remember that I want us to live. But I'm not angry darling, truly this seems silly to be worried about how all of this works, how it doesn't work. Soak up my breath ink black skies. Clear day, a runnning boy that makes me grin oh you make me grin running boy running heart break, running decadent thoughts. Green burrito, do you mind if I have a bite? The stories that shape us. I had a dream that I was an excellent writer at this tender age and wrote a best seller and I kept writing best sellers and I because beautiful through admiration, through fame, but I woke up I felt the morning ripe away this dream and reveal just an ordinary girl. I am not a pretty girl. That is not what I do. The poetry of puppets and warthogs. God damn you make me wild, god damn you make me alive, god damn, I used to be alive before you, but damn, god damn. Some choose to believe me when I say someday we'll find it. Early morning black bird singing in the dead of night. I shudder I shake I moan I feel right on, like train tracks, like that hamster in the wheel, like the cog, like the beat in bbking. I feel alright darling, but why am I always secretly so black and blue? Don't stop me until you can feel how I feel. The lovers the dreams and me. intoxicate me, and fuck kiss me and fuck me and bad dreams lead me to call you, but I can only think the dream, I can only hope for the dream to magically come true. I'm damage control, I'm comfort I'm dispensible, oh and don't forget it, I'm devoted. premium prestige and prepuce. What I say is shallow, my breath is shallow, step into me and feel your sinking feeling. My writer's block doesn't mean shit. Consume beauty snap into this sinking feeling darling, orchids to wipe away the pain, orchids to wash out my memory. Edible orchids drying in my dictionary, and it makes me realize how much I really needed to pry myself away. Misa said I'm beautiful intelligent and in all ways wonderful, like a music box, I just need to be pried wide open. I don't reveal all that would be revealed for fear that you may think I'm faking. I only fake when I think I might die from embarassment. I'm listening to the movement in my body and it frightens me. Take more time darling. There's a crack in the wall, so give me more time to think, I'm barely alive right now, writing nonsense and gibberish that means half of nothing like the birds and the bees and I'll remember you. I'll curse all our perfect days, because today is that day, regardless of whether or not you say something so desired. Well fuck me, that crack in the wall speaks to me, and I mummble something about tired and heart ache and lethargy, and I'm just plain silly. Brace your arms, and run for office, I'm ready for a crash, hell I'm ready for demons and panic and love and compassion and disappointment. I'm ready for this dig you want me to fall into. Well I would like to think so. Can you dig it? I dig it, click. Smog stains, and a little bird tells me I'm a foolish heart. Oh song bird, how do you know me so well? Found a blue bird egg shell, and think about me as you see mother of pearl think of me as you see tree bleeding, think of me as you see the stars dance. That's me I swear, way up there. Wanted to sink in that sea wanted to feel all I could feel under that chandelier, and I can't help but remember and tear, fear, my stupid sayings. What a foolish body, and what a silly smile, my grandfather always like my smile called it the reason to live, my smile and my many buttons and how all those buttons couldn't add up. Where does the good go? Where did all these amazing men go? She hugged me, she saw me, she was my soulmate for that moment and all the moments to follow. Now I remember the music box we played together, alone and she said she loved me, she said I mean the world to her. I remember the song I remember thinking how did I deserve you? Yes yes y'all. YOu didn't toss the salt when it spilt, and I feel metallic. I t n e a r l y k i l l e d m e . My various nuisances cloud everything, aae, take your time. Goodbye and think about what would you do if today was your everything? I would run up to you and not play it cool, but the fairy tale passion. I would beat the princess bride kiss, believe me.
Do you ever have deja vu Mrs. Lancaster?
I don't think so, but I could check with the kitchen.
resting on a cliff. I don't get angry, not like you. We called you a man, and believe me, but everything you say feels so round and I can't grab ahold of it. I can't hold onto you, not in my memory, not in vain faith that I must keep in my place. Ugly small sister, frail deaf sister I am I am. LIsten to the warning I give, please remember that I want us to live. But I'm not angry darling, truly this seems silly to be worried about how all of this works, how it doesn't work. Soak up my breath ink black skies. Clear day, a runnning boy that makes me grin oh you make me grin running boy running heart break, running decadent thoughts. Green burrito, do you mind if I have a bite? The stories that shape us. I had a dream that I was an excellent writer at this tender age and wrote a best seller and I kept writing best sellers and I because beautiful through admiration, through fame, but I woke up I felt the morning ripe away this dream and reveal just an ordinary girl. I am not a pretty girl. That is not what I do. The poetry of puppets and warthogs. God damn you make me wild, god damn you make me alive, god damn, I used to be alive before you, but damn, god damn. Some choose to believe me when I say someday we'll find it. Early morning black bird singing in the dead of night. I shudder I shake I moan I feel right on, like train tracks, like that hamster in the wheel, like the cog, like the beat in bbking. I feel alright darling, but why am I always secretly so black and blue? Don't stop me until you can feel how I feel. The lovers the dreams and me. intoxicate me, and fuck kiss me and fuck me and bad dreams lead me to call you, but I can only think the dream, I can only hope for the dream to magically come true. I'm damage control, I'm comfort I'm dispensible, oh and don't forget it, I'm devoted. premium prestige and prepuce. What I say is shallow, my breath is shallow, step into me and feel your sinking feeling. My writer's block doesn't mean shit. Consume beauty snap into this sinking feeling darling, orchids to wipe away the pain, orchids to wash out my memory. Edible orchids drying in my dictionary, and it makes me realize how much I really needed to pry myself away. Misa said I'm beautiful intelligent and in all ways wonderful, like a music box, I just need to be pried wide open. I don't reveal all that would be revealed for fear that you may think I'm faking. I only fake when I think I might die from embarassment. I'm listening to the movement in my body and it frightens me. Take more time darling. There's a crack in the wall, so give me more time to think, I'm barely alive right now, writing nonsense and gibberish that means half of nothing like the birds and the bees and I'll remember you. I'll curse all our perfect days, because today is that day, regardless of whether or not you say something so desired. Well fuck me, that crack in the wall speaks to me, and I mummble something about tired and heart ache and lethargy, and I'm just plain silly. Brace your arms, and run for office, I'm ready for a crash, hell I'm ready for demons and panic and love and compassion and disappointment. I'm ready for this dig you want me to fall into. Well I would like to think so. Can you dig it? I dig it, click. Smog stains, and a little bird tells me I'm a foolish heart. Oh song bird, how do you know me so well? Found a blue bird egg shell, and think about me as you see mother of pearl think of me as you see tree bleeding, think of me as you see the stars dance. That's me I swear, way up there. Wanted to sink in that sea wanted to feel all I could feel under that chandelier, and I can't help but remember and tear, fear, my stupid sayings. What a foolish body, and what a silly smile, my grandfather always like my smile called it the reason to live, my smile and my many buttons and how all those buttons couldn't add up. Where does the good go? Where did all these amazing men go? She hugged me, she saw me, she was my soulmate for that moment and all the moments to follow. Now I remember the music box we played together, alone and she said she loved me, she said I mean the world to her. I remember the song I remember thinking how did I deserve you? Yes yes y'all. YOu didn't toss the salt when it spilt, and I feel metallic. I t n e a r l y k i l l e d m e . My various nuisances cloud everything, aae, take your time. Goodbye and think about what would you do if today was your everything? I would run up to you and not play it cool, but the fairy tale passion. I would beat the princess bride kiss, believe me.
Do you ever have deja vu Mrs. Lancaster?
I don't think so, but I could check with the kitchen.