two thousand and five was a great year in music in at least two opinions
opinioning themselves, doing butterflies in the pool, picking flowers
does not kill the plant, this i know now.
I've found some themes re: me and millenia
including not limited to prices may vary five to seven business days when arrives
that part of skin that will never match again, though you did that stupid thing
in the road years ago, and a gallon of gas costs more than a gallon of milk.
a bath still feels like it can wash off everything,
i always fail to resist dipping my fingers in the wax of a candle,
even though i stopped melting crayons on my bedside lamp
because it got hard to explain to my mom why I went through ten lightbulbs a week.

nowadays i light a cigarette instead of cry, and if tears come even then, that's when I know I'm seriously in it, man.

backwhen, dude, i just wore tooshort orangeplaid shorts and traced lace patterns, not looking anyone in the eye. I sat under a desk at a party, saying yeah bro, I'm fine. I cried all the fucking time. I still don't know what love means, but I studied that in college.