This phone might ring while I'm in the shower, so leave a message I'll never check. Am I to ignore the crowd because I don't agree with them? They spit on my grave and I should answer, there's no logic in that. I will not be your project and the source of your rising confidence, No, I will not. Tackled through the passenger seat window, breaking the Ipod in regret, and remembering how he passed me a bag in the hallway. I think the mirror broke because I threw my shoe at it, but it could've fallen down from ancient nails. When that mind consuming rage radiates through my skin, I cant control it and I'll apologize in advance for the money in damages I'm sure to cost. I'm a liability and not worth insuring, I know.
Now i've cut my bangs and painted my nails, so I'm brand new and ready for shipping. handle with care because this is a fragile package and is there anybody ready to glue the peices back together, I doubt it sincerely.
Kill me in my baseball T and CVS uniform, because I'd rather die doing something I hate than while I'm actually enjoying myself. it's strung and euphoric cause I only got a 980 while a 1270 is what I got on my real one last November with actors unimaginable.
"A little gossip.
a little chat.
a little talk of this and that.
I'll tell him all the troubles I've had
and since he doesnt hear,
at least he won't feel bad"
Saturday, September 6, 2008
Two layers, please.
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