don't put me with the rest.

so your like crazy.

oh, i am too. i know.

but i admit it.

i've not been in your world.

you never gave me the keys.

hah. it seems like its running together.

all this talk.

and visits.

long hours of waiting.

imaginary friends.

apparently you whisper to them.

just go all out.

and paint me some flowers.

lilac liquid.

girls night out.

pink lush walls.

the loft feel.

an end.

ice cream and cigarettes.

can you beat that?

mysterious signs.

through the windows.

laughter fits.

oh scotty indeed doesn't know.

LOL.

the list of new.

and old.

food joy.

i wish it were a one time thing.

hah. i pick at everything in sight.

i didn't mean to DNAEIL!

i wish i were like hannah.

you can be meghan.

cause she's a bitch.

and so are you in your subconscious.

NASTIA! olympic shine.

drive around.

the fresh paint.

and lighting.

sleep it off.

light the match.

and wait for the electricity.

you are so the melrose...

of your dreams.

oh jesus. what a week.

lets say what we haven't.

and get it all out.

there was a reason this stuff wasn't said.

i think i'm scared of you.

or being without you rather.

goodbyes.

they are so depressing.

i can't handle a long pause.

i'm just going to say adios.

and there we all go.

to our respective paths.

the lone cow.

with the skinny trees.

it seems symbolic.

of nothing in particular.

perhaps the small things.

im focusing on.

resentment.

and a hole in my side.

maybe just an ulcer.

nightmares.

and very early mornings.

just thoughts running around up there.

lets go on a trip.

oh, i just want to go home.

homeSICK.

why would you think any different?

museums dreams.

cold levels.

i'm not sure which i am on.

oh well.

turquoise beauty.

i love the attention.

lonely in the streets.

just dead.

once again.

its for the best.

you dont understand me.

back to the past.

its like the same stop every trip.

i dont really have much to say about it.

going back to the casa.

too many detours.

the pigeons have gotten fat.

yeah my small talk sucks.

ready to go.

i guess.

jumpstart ahead.

i just want to go.

i hate this feeling.

multiple feelings.

it would be okay to have just one of them.

but thats too much to ask for i suppose.

tears.

i'm spinning in the headspace that i currently reside in.

i dont know why.

well yes i do.

i expected this all to happen.

i should have prepared better.

surprising news.

just dont want to deal.

i want to be with you.

but it cant be that way.

drifting away.

its not the worst thing thats happened.

mail away the negativity.

im not going to respond to it.

i dont know what to say.

i think i will just tell a joke.

i hope you know how much i count on you.

although i feel bad for that.

self sufficiency.

i just cant do it.

but then again i think i can.

apparently not.

i need help.

im not really sure where to go.

what to say.

who to say it to.

you know everything about me.

if you put it all together.

not just one person.

i guess thats why we tell older people our secrets.

by the time we die they are already dead.

a mourning thought.

i cant imagine.

what you would think.

love.

independence.

care.

is it too much to ask?

where's my chicken?

oh the way you make me feel.

you really turn me on.

and off...

but that really wasn't in the song.

too bad its part of the whole reality.

your not going to get too much positivity here today.

but it was a few hours of life.

i love the mac and cheese.

and the great comfort.

don't forget the calamari.

because i sure wont.

baggage on the table.

open for anyone to see.

its a shame.

fins of sorts.

lets go onward.

look at the waterfall.

i wish i could get in there as well.

the water quotient.

to the gmas.

we didn't make cookies.

i never thought we would.

bernard and i make inappropriate comments.

during the flicks.

haha they piss shar off so much.

but i think she secretly enjoys it.

lovely musicale.

flash. of lights.

tunes blaring.

speedometer racing.

air through the windows.

close your eyes and just embrace the time.

to yourself.

okay ill stop closing my eyes on the highway.

new additions.

of course there will be messages.

didn't i call that.

read the words.

feel the knife.

dim sum mornings.

i enjoy the mini goods.

cleaning out.

new modes.

and rigid schedule.

you really have much to learn.

about the whole thing.

my skinniest outfit.

nice morning.

evening of revelations.

for someone else.

hah.

i love bernard.

dream about joe?

weird. i think you need to change tunes.

wipe out the conservative.

yes it is quite my forte.

in that aspect anyway.

have i abandoned you?

i hope you dont feel that way.

red walk of power.

blue spritz of lovely.

i'm late for work.

oh well.

not like they can fire me now.

new format.

perhaps something a little more creative.

yes yes i think so.

lets represent the personality.

a little better.

with the words and covering.

all around like a tree.

i'm not making sense.

i know.

but up where it matters i get it.

death.

how depressing.

a reminder of the whole thing.

i don't want to think about it.

i must be figure out whats going where.

maybe you can come help me.

i'm going to miss you.

yes, bernard. i will miss you immensely.

and no dad is mad at you.

p.s. true life is awesome.

manzana love.

the circles.

of imagination.

or mood.

so you say.

i don't really think you get.

yourself.

or me. for that matter.

tough days.

steamy fog.

oh lovely.

how predictable.

i dont think so.

pitch in with the authoritative hand.

speak your mind.

and stand the ground.

its wonder.

and joy.

and spontaneity.

i will not be asked back.

and that is okay.

your a little flirtatious this evening.

how refreshing.

to see you alive.

and not so bogged.

you've seemingly given up everything.

that you once dreamed of.

but i guess you found something worth it.

i dont know if i would be comfortable there.

but i'm happy for you.

if your happy.

i don't know why i listen to you.

its clearly not good for me.

to hear what you have to say.

i don't care to question.

constantly...anyway.

a little while longer.

home is becoming scarce.

i will miss bernard.

and his laugh.

and all his irreverence.

i saw a guy at marble slab that looked like you.

and i missed you already.

thanks for the end of the season.

it certainly was entertaining.

we bought the cat on sale.

we're all waiting for your next move.

or at least i am.

so many things.

swirling above.

of course.

its like driving around.

with nothing but vibration.

and sound.

i don't mind leaving you.

behind on the course.

it's not my business.

to encourage anything different.

i don't believe you would want it.

any different.

falling and quite defeated.

you've not a clue.

abominable snowmen.

rehearse the speech.

although its not very convincing.

i got much enjoyment out of it anyway.

its the little red house.

at the end of the street.

oh yes it is.

too early.

just want to spend some time.

around the vicinity.

not really in the mood for anything else.

sure.

i don't think you understand.

what all i can acquire.

its quite uninspired.

isn't it?

not like the old days.

only words.

no thought.

i don't want you to know.

i think it should stop.

it was a long time coming.

sail around.

with the vibrations.

and noise.

just different company.