"a grown-up reminder that i am still alive. i don't need another friend, maybe you do.. i called jonny up & i said, "these are the things that i'd like to forget. i've had x number of endings. x number of endings. when do i begin?"

"one for the big mind 'cause i wouldn't want to disappoint. you mean so much to me and you do.. it doesn't take very long to say nothing."

"you give me games to keep me sane & all i want to listen to is you."

hear me roar.

"i seem to pace across the floor tile, jammed up inside. i made the digger dig a little deeper 'cause i can't believe it died. was i not your sort of human being? was i not your kind of creature? tell me how unworthy i seemed when you got Thinking about it.."

"someone's screaming at me from the kitchen saying "close your eyes & shut your mind." well, girls, this is what you get for good behaviour.. you'll get a rope around your legs and two or three new names.. "

your sort of singer/songwriter.

an emm gryner page.

emmtry number one.
i can't really think of what to do with this page other than to interest you. to go, "hey, kids. check this girl out." so at the moment, i had an emmtry (entry) that i thought i'd share.
i was listening to the wisdom bus tape tree #1 a couple nights ago. i was sitting outside of chandler on the porch. i was writing a letter. a couple boys sat behind me for a while slaughtering oasis songs. when they left, i had listened to c'est what about twelve times & felt inspired of sorts. so i stood up, put half of the headphone to my ear & started to sing along with emm.
uhm. so it sounded like shit maybe. i don't know, nor do i care. it was an interesting expression on my part because i don't really sing solo. hah. mmph. but it was kind of liberating. because i ran out onto the grass, under the moon & stars however clouded over, & sang "your sort of human being" at the top of my lungs. i hope someone heard me. i'm Sure someone heard me.
so that's about it for now. maybe more later.
your sort of solo artist.

it rocks your socks.

fumbling the pork rines -- markee's emmness.

i've had x-number of endings -- begin again.