When chapter one is just an introduction.

So the bigotry was vodka-ridden, this isn't kindergarten; it's christian. The drunken melody of a sob story is nothing more than rock N' roll in a bar. There's Irish brew and static pews of prayer, let's chant and sing for saints we celebrate. We know nothing we're human and fickle. Light up this clear white sky and send the rockets for the stars, if they land we're genius, if not, we'll bail out. Or abort, it's sort of the trend these days.

The radio dials tune a song I know all the words to, shock. and we're not going to third cause first and fifth were just as previous, if that ever could make some sense. It's poetry, it's prophetic, that's bullshit if my fingers ever grazed the semicolon, love.

I get to spend a delicious hour in the bacon hallway with syrup dripping from the ceiling. And the mighty dinosauric eighteen wheelers that drive by have sex tunes from the 1940's. The guy in the hat, he stops. and he asks me the advantage of bagging the milk. I thought that was funny.

It's co-ed, it's venture, it's crap; it's the triumvirate fracture, love.

Stop everything. Of all the absolutes, you're sincerely the most indefinite. La Vie Expulsion, I will never forget it. I knew March was coming, I should've prepared. There will be a March eleventh every year for the rest of my life. Love to love through it, strife for death and matches, lovers need light-switches, and liars need instances. Let it roll, let it rock, let it be?

If all you need is love, my love, we're fucked.

Stand by nothing; no morals amongst the moral-less. Sit in class, call it class, or it's trash. In a bin; talent. Whatever did Mr. Robinson have to say when he heard of his wife's affair?

I'm still taken with violins. They screech when they're strung out, like me. A single year. a date, pinpointed to the very second it was set free for the woods, or for public school. Absolutely, you're on the run, you're won with one.

I'd rather be envy; it's green, as opposed to jealousy which is also green but a different emotion altogether, let's agree. It's an entree better off than and it's a promise for some juicy gossip. Well, it's important to me. And as rarely as your character has grazed such interpreted lines, now it seems the time. Hopscotch; I have to be careful when jumping around you.

and what we're starting--this right here--is how I lost my best friend.

At least, in that perspective, I was as perplexed at such a vestment of unorthodox taxonomy literally pawning off the distribution of unworthy pamphlets to worthy bleeding organs. You think I actually want to read your initials everywhere I turn? You're wrong. Always were. It lured me to you, now I'm just disturbed. As time dictates the day, so does it mandate the onslaught of unwelcome memories. Because at 6:30 sharp, she'd call. Her car horn beeps at seven-oh-five, and I barrel out the door barefoot and clutching a toothbrush. There's coffee in the cup holder for me if I smile. At 7:10 we're in and cross-legged outside our sanctuary; The hallway of epic musical instrumentation and orientation. They're finished braiding my curls by the first bell, and I'm off to "Science Tutoring" with love and a religion teacher. Every early morning torture 'cause the whole class knows I'm in love with her.

There's a lighthearted concept of concern in used condoms. You have homework? Fuck your life, no, fuck you, deal with it, babe, that's life, and this is wizard's chess. I am the blind enclosing the swell box in an organ.