vw vans on the radio
...
unpacking continues, help from shirly and spinoza going through files
outbreaks
and i want to scream at the top of my voice cause these papers are multiplying and this room needs to be quarentined since 1998 1997 1996 retreat elementary school report cards that i never held onto signatures needed straight aes on to starlight, and wondering through this shuffle of papercuts why it is that i am the one to go through the years of history, when my horde only just started in 2002.
so mundane. crayon marks. ditto machine smells. waxing off.
iso shirts. iso pants. iso nudist beaches.
this is the sound that used to get the news around and i'll SHRIEK to the beat and jump on this bed, and kick off my shoes, kick em on, kick em off, broken soles, i need to fix the cracks or buy new boots.
gloria. gloria.
i'm not sick. finally waking up to enter your name here and sun strikes, a bounce and a whistle and i can stretch these cords and find a ride to otown to finger that bass to test it all out, find out what weighs my arms down find out what these small hands can handle. time to squat and rise... this is for you.
like this blue cup of water, this tsa approved lock, this this this....
and i can't help but sound off. sigh off and listen to recordings from long ago far away, i'll be friends with you if you'll be friends with me, but don't expect me to secure your oxegen mosque before mine, i've got to fiddle with the elastic fantastic and adjust to the lack of cabin pressue.
clarification: non of the past two weeks have been regarding anything anyone that sent me stubs, reserved right arms. up in queries and readjusting the lights.
query: if a bunny and a pirate meet in the woods, who is more dangerous?
why can't i get this out of my head. the youses of swisses said to clarify clarify for please piscean tells you so, something amiss in the gin distillery,
shrug shrug
wink
nudge
i've got tokyo under attack,
giant cranes anyone?
unpacking continues, help from shirly and spinoza going through files
outbreaks
and i want to scream at the top of my voice cause these papers are multiplying and this room needs to be quarentined since 1998 1997 1996 retreat elementary school report cards that i never held onto signatures needed straight aes on to starlight, and wondering through this shuffle of papercuts why it is that i am the one to go through the years of history, when my horde only just started in 2002.
so mundane. crayon marks. ditto machine smells. waxing off.
iso shirts. iso pants. iso nudist beaches.
this is the sound that used to get the news around and i'll SHRIEK to the beat and jump on this bed, and kick off my shoes, kick em on, kick em off, broken soles, i need to fix the cracks or buy new boots.
gloria. gloria.
i'm not sick. finally waking up to enter your name here and sun strikes, a bounce and a whistle and i can stretch these cords and find a ride to otown to finger that bass to test it all out, find out what weighs my arms down find out what these small hands can handle. time to squat and rise... this is for you.
like this blue cup of water, this tsa approved lock, this this this....
and i can't help but sound off. sigh off and listen to recordings from long ago far away, i'll be friends with you if you'll be friends with me, but don't expect me to secure your oxegen mosque before mine, i've got to fiddle with the elastic fantastic and adjust to the lack of cabin pressue.
clarification: non of the past two weeks have been regarding anything anyone that sent me stubs, reserved right arms. up in queries and readjusting the lights.
query: if a bunny and a pirate meet in the woods, who is more dangerous?
why can't i get this out of my head. the youses of swisses said to clarify clarify for please piscean tells you so, something amiss in the gin distillery,
shrug shrug
wink
nudge
i've got tokyo under attack,
giant cranes anyone?