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Mood:  a-ok
Now Playing: Top o the mornin'
Topic: Cheez-it and Kat
Incense reminds me of Jesus.
Meth....oh God...oh my God....and just
god
She took a dive today, she did.
I always wished I could see one of those movies where the
women dance in the water.
What does the music sound like in their dreams?
The flash brought our bodies close enough to feel one
another without touching.
My eyes licked over his shiny teeth...singing squeaky.
"Where'd you get all that money, daddy?"
Stone. He is a rock. My pet rock.
the rub
"Where's the yeah?"
on the counter. grab hold.
there's no mirror to watch yourself fall here
My God you're stunning snowflake.
On grandpa's sweater, to downtown...my postwar meth
snowflake glimmered atop of old smokey.
Hustle AND flow on stagnant ash.
Purple casts.
I begged, "Please not purple."
She didn't know what I meant.
What happened to signs.
My ashes fall to a glass star.
He wanted her to notice the Lexus, but she couldn't get
over the song.
::turns up song:: His anger confuses her. I love that
song?
It's a nice car. The song is fabulous. I had no idea you
were a cowboy.
What's a Lexus?
I had never heard of one.
It still means nothing to me. What is it?
A car.
Yeah. But that song....
I don't have to be. I can function.
I told him, when you ask for your space in the
fridge...don't hurt her feelings.
He told me that he heard her talking to me at four a.m.
So he took the cookies off the top and it meant nothing.
I'll pass it on.
Like it or not.
Still...don't hurt her. You are the fucking love of her
life.
Asshole.
You love her. I know you do.
Take me home.
It's not even Monday, daddy.
Monday is OUR day.
Why didn't he tell me?
On the floor, I kept saying..."It's Monday this month, just
like next month is Monday." and he just nodded.
What day is it?
Yeah. Killer herb.
Friday.
Fruit Loops.
Gin and juice.
Tin or rocks.
Astro....NOT.
He's something.
He gave me some of the sauce Mom couldn't resist last
night, he couldn't wait to tell me.
When he asked, "Is that enough?" I smiled my little girl
smile and shook my head.
"More."
Love me long time.
[that thought dedicated to reveredphelps] what up baby?
chunk deuce
I ran the relish through the harmonizer.
Some time later, he was apologizing for getting me from bed
again. "It's so nice up here."
It's okay. I know, dad.
"What do you want? I think trees should touch the
ceiling."
I want ::dances::
He ::dances::
It is silent, but for snowflake's snapping and their
giggling.
Socks slide like rollerblades in the treehouse. Holla
kitty!!
Stop.
What I meant was I want a coffee table. Get to it.
Everything changes in the treehouse. Everything.
Must.
all the children need someone to show them they can be
someone
I gave him that and more.
Yes, you ache for space. Look around at what your little
one has.
Nothing. Nothing at all.
You win. What you two own did better than your parents did
to you two.
Painfully shy. I'll always have space.
Insane. I'll always have art.
Ugly. I'll always have beauty.
and the beer I stole from you.
Thanks Mommy.
I miss you Matt. Even though I have no clue what "stolen
beer" meant. ::shrugs::
I do steal beer from my mom, but she lets me. So I'm not
habitual.
Just a criminal?
who isn't.
Heh.
eh.
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What is that about?