Pockets

I don't like this anymore really. I don't like looking back on pockets of time. It's been a while and still at the thought of some of these instances I feel as stupid as I did back then. 

The burn at christmas and the i-told-you-so of new years. how excellent. it feels like giving birth to glass bits.

Speaking of giving birth to glass of all shapes and sizes. Let's talk about summertime.

THE END.

Hope it doesn't bounce this time.

we are irresponsible. You can't live like we do.

smoke around a flaming filament. Bulbs, beer, broken glass. Etc. More bullshit less bullshit etc etc etc.

une cigarette delicate.

capture the flag. I'm cracking open my skull to get some light in this room, let it breathe, scatter all the dirt and gunk.
it feels nice to run. It feels nice to spin. It feels nice to fly.

I think about simple things and get pleasant heart attacks. Sometimes.

having shit, having destroyed shit, having nothing. The only difference is that you can't live like we do.

cackle

WE COULD WATCH JUMANJI! Oooohhhhhhh dammit! You're about to get crushed by a bunch of whatevers.

Acting I

I used to make long speeches to you after you left. I used to talk to you all the time, even though I was alone. I walked around for months talking to you. Now I don't know what to say. It was easier when I just imagined you. I even imagined you talking back to me. We'd have long conversations, the two of us. It was almost like you were there. I could hear you, I could see you, smell you. I could hear your voice. Sometimes your voice would wake me up. It would wake me up in the middle of the night almost like you were in the room with me. Then it slowly faded. I couldn't picture you anymore. I tried to talk out loud to you like I used to but there was nothing there. I couldn't hear your voice. Then I just gave it up. Everything stopped. You just disappeared. And now I'm working here. I hear your voice all the time. Every man has your voice.

Paris, Texas

Bruised Up from the Pistol Whipping

Boute Tauperse

I have been searching all of my days, all of my days.

I miss Mitzy and Flopsy and the servant boy Straume. And Bumpy Love and Bffl and Madeline and Anna and Sista and Cougar face. And Gordy!

PARTY CASTLE - DUNGEON - THE WEST WING!

Chatty Kathy.

I have been searching all of my days, all of my days. And I've been trying to find what's in my mind. As the days keep turning into night.

Arg Party Pirate. Jungle Fever! A BOUTE TAUPPERSE EVENT! 

You can go anywhere in the castle.. EXCEPT THE WEST WING.

Now I see clearly it's you I'm looking for, all of my days.

To Sandra