Monday, 10 August 2009

• Currently The Rise And Fall Of Ziggy Stardust By David Bowie see related

  miss lucille court

     i would like to raid market and buy every item in sight, but I know like you know some things are just stupid. I would like to relive friday night and make nathanael listen to 'ebonics'. i would like to know why some things are just stupid. i would like to be reminded as to why i ever was a compassionate boy, or preferably the term 'gold hearted'. i would like to visit aurora wherever she is and tell her that i have no one. i would like to get the keyboard caps button to get off being stuck. i would like to tell tiffany that yes I am the master of everything, honestly i'm not but she doesn't need to know that.
  
     i am being a nostalgic bastard, thank you for the memo. i am writing a song, but for some reason it won't come out, it's almost as if it's locked up inside of me. i am wishing that i was sitting atop of the prince street garage writing poetry, or as of recently standing out on the upper ledge. i am the anorexic teenage boy, or that's what they say, but 'they' don't know me very well. i am guilty of plenty of things, but aren't we all. i am a terribly friend.
  
     i have an amazing grandmother hands down, she kicks all other grandmother's ass, seriously. i have the desire to fly across the sky and knock on your window. i have the best and worst sort of dreams, they involve explicit poetry and absolutely no physical contact. i have two regrets over the summer, and each one makes me feel like the equivalent of a flying fuck. i have no one and no one has me, i'm just a sucker for irony.
  

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