virgin mary on peas

okay.

i think i have enough energy.

to get this all out.

its not something new.

thats for sure.

just ever more apparent.

when did all the focus go haywire?

your speech is not acceptable.

or appropriate in the least.

maybe im just too much a child of political correctness.

but that disturbs me.

you are not entitled to the usage.

and while im there.

why are we so obsessed?

so corrupted.

i feel a major degradation.

of personal morals.

and i'm not exempt.

from the cultural phenomenon.

but really.

how do you look in the mirror?

and accept the reflection.

i really want to know.

how do you feel fine?

i'm not preaching.

in any way.

because its your life.

but i miss real conversation.

and comfortable simplicity.

i feel quite freely about things.

but theres a line.

which has been fuzzed.

such diction.

and arrogance.

i wonder what your hiding.

i know what i am.

but thats not for you.

its just not fair.

what we've done to ourselves.

that's just my opinion.

i know you have your own.

im not going to appease you.

with my thoughts and words.

because ive done it for far too long.

in other news.

a higher dose.

and a rush of endorphins.

lets climb and cycle forever.

trips to the happy place.

of sweat and white towels.

its a new kind of oasis.

its the unchangeable voice.

of unreason.

it thats even a word.

everything comes together.

and shares.

tears and comfort.

laughter and hate.

its a mutual understanding.

like hot fudge.

and ice cream.

let me out.

i wanna let go.

but i can't.

or maybe its won't.

either way...

shiny heels.

and fluttering ruffles.

its plastic therapy.

in my closet.

remember the old days.

not to say they were glorious.

but better.

we didn't know better.

take your seats.

the show is about to start.

part of one.

and multiple.

all at once.

strawberry goodness.

and repeated drama.

you don't know the position you are in.

morning nerves.

and lightheadedness.

inching towards.

of course the grand gesture was set.

long ago.

this is just fluff.

it's my fault.

isn't it?

i don't know what to think...

about your words.

they are uncertain.

and contradictory.

to these actions of yours.

playing with fire.

and brimstone.

hah.

leave it behind.

and get ready for the jetway.

like a shiny new wasteland.

it's not really a secret.

things have been better.

for all of us.

or most of us anyway.

but then you get something.

to restore.

or whatever it may be.

if only for a day.

cowering behind the corner.

and running around.

its all really meaningless.

compared to the talking.

wall of holes.

and illusion.

aggravation from misinterpretation.

or non-interpretation.

repeating the steps.

school chat.

you know the kind.

let the pretension prevail.

wedge. oh my.

yes i know.

its hard to believe.

it all really is.

music.

classic. tech. the basic rock riff.

and art.

the places.

spaces.

colors.

and religion.

guilt.

and understanding.

and fear and shame.

but i dont agree with it.

and lit.

its magic.

and all that.

we share a hate.

or maybe i should just say...

hmm animosity.

for those types.

and the like.

its nice to know.

probing questions.

of serious interest.

in the answers.

which seems to be rare.

these days.

not that i blame you.

listen to the tunes.

and rifts.

and share your fear.

and joy.

its a renewed realization.

or perhaps just a completely new one.

share your knowledge.

and ill share my opinion.

because its all about that really.

it means a lot.

so thanks.

for all the chit.

and the chat.

you need to get a new life.

oh god.

its like inescapable.

this whole thing.

nothing is the same.

or what you thought.

stop hounding me.

i'm tired of talking about it.

it's so stupid.

and so are you.

i hate you so so much.

and were friends?

i dont understand.

just ignore me.

and ill do the same.

ignore the subject.

stop with the provocative nature.

it doesnt suit you at all.

i'm like a different personality.

for every person.

i know.

it's unfair.

to you.

to me.

its all just bull.

i can't believe you would even say that.

i'd rather ruin this.

than have to be nice.

you need to get it all straight.

its all me.

or maybe it isnt.

this song is horrible.

and vaguely stupid.

and mean.

i just can't do it.

this is just too much.

light in the corner of life.

ooh a different day.

picked on.

repeatedly.

i still have everything right.

101.

thank you, ma'am.

you don't have to fail.

let's trek out.

first look at the art.

and make mindless remarks.

oh, i mean deeply meaningful.

let me know.

nice to have a conversation.

with someone new.

awkward moments.

and tea spills.

welcome in.

yet again.

mice scurrying.

how gross.

you didn't see me coming.

disturbed.

let me check that out.

i'm going to admit it.

a fine meal.

and weary travelers.

cupcake heaven.

covered in flour.

and delicious icing.

confuse me.

and yell.

i will yell back.

you kinda knew that already.

or you should have.

i can't stand your cat fetish.

not who your thinking bff.

a random request.

and quest.

you need to be forward.

relationship of ideas.

cuddle up.

and sleep tightly.

slap.

of wakefulness.

packing crunch.

notes of memory.

of nothing.

going home soon.

shall i return?

buenos aires sounds just fine.

heart racing.

just like my hand.

scribble, scribble.

passionate vocal.

i believed it.

mend the tear.

little did you know.

it would tear again later.

rip the book.

and cut the flowers.

stacking and stacking.

yes come on in.

ive not got much to do.

but you seem to be making yourself comfortable.

girl looking for paper.

who are you?

and why do you have such forcefulness?

you can do this.

for us.

and we will not return the favor.

elegant taste.

its all very well and good.

now seems to be better than never.

but you still haunt my mind.

over and over.

the thoughts of everything.

angered call.

im kidding myself.

verbal frenzy.

and a sweat of sorts.

its quite fluent.

plans for the future.

and a countdown to a week of greatness.

and the ordinary.

maybe i shouldn't be here...

for myself anyway.

lit play.

in darkness.

history channel docs.

its a repetition.

hours and hours of nothing.

and everything.

i can hear you through the walls.

i really wish i couldn't.

i found it in a notebook.

quiet weekends.

3 days.

how lovely and quaint.

kinda makes you hate the week.

lounge.

and dream.

follow the movement.

and let go.

believe the fantasy.

but don't try to live it again.

it could be meant to be.

or it could be a complete misery.

diligent studying.

yeah right.

more like watching.

the fierce competition.

and snickering.

oh how different.

the world seems.

late nights.

of studying and mischance.

crisscross your words.

tone them down.

apparently the general audience.

doesn't appreciate it all.

caught up in the superficiality.

cut the scenes.

and the life.

catch your star.

and discover what was right there.

discover the cold fridge doors.

and stocked shelves.

pick up your fav. foods.

and the like.

take a fashion risk.

ooh, how risque for you.

it works.

stacks of books.

and aged lives.

pick your favorites.

teas, barbies, flowers and more.

short stories of fate.

and depression.

how intriguing.

reread journals.

mean something more now.

i can't get it out of my head.

perfect day.

turned awry.

more like my kind of day.

something twisted about it all.

drops of cold wet rain.

but perky colors.

of bowls and cups.

to lift the spirit.

anger of the group.

and anxiety of your action.

i kinda need to stop with that.

the attitude is lovely.

lets not adjust it.