Monday, September 28, 2009

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On ne pas serieux on dix neuf ans.

Back to the beginning...
I suppose it could be simpler, after all, I was forced to sit through it once before. My dessert fell on the floor, I proceeded to scrape it off the ashen floor. my lighter ran out of fluid, I lit a match, and then the wind blew it out.
But nothing matters, Let's run down the hill now, and forget that we need to hike back up again. I want to stay here forever. But it isn't an issue, I'll change my mind tomorrow. The bird takes flight, spreading it's wings and soaring into a puffy white cloud. Flecks of sunshine are glittering around it's eyes. The rabbit burrows, and it isn't particularly bothered that it's resting place is dim. The rabbit is hypnotized by the design of cool rust-colored clay intertwined with mud.

And I wish I were waiting in Antioch library during a rainstorm, in October.
And I wish I were wearing a thick tan sweater, a black pencil skirt, black hose, and grey boots, driving and singing a capella "There is a light that never goes out."

Take me out tonight because I want to see people and I want to see life. Driving in your car Oh, please don't drop me home Because it's not my home, it's their
home, and I'm welcome no more.


And if a double-decker bus crashes into us to die by your side is such a heavenly way to die and if a ten-ton truck kills the both of us to die by your side, well, the pleasure - the privilege is mine.


Take me out tonight
Take me anywhere, I don't care
I don't care, I don't care
And in the darkened underpass
I thought Oh God, my chance has come at last (But then a strange fear gripped me and I just couldn't ask.)

And I want a flying pony.
And I want a smile that never turns around.
The time has come to understand that things don't change that easily.

Wahabis.

Learn to love me, assemble the ways, now, today, tomorrow and always. My only weakness is a listed crime, my only weakness is... well, nevermind, nevermind.
Hand me over, hand me over. My greatest crime is feeling too greatly.
I've tried an angry world instead of a shell. I was bored before it even began.

And I speak in codes, that no one understands, so I am either a lunatic, a genius, or quite simply an eccentric.

And I like picnics...when there is honeydew, cantaloupe doesn't cut it. And I like sunshine, and I like a lot of other fabulous things too.

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