Bayley's body sucks.

One it's cold out,

and two i've slept at seven

oh, three, how are you? - scary smile

and friends

one fake nose job, for me

and ouch,

also for me.

twenty two days later and my lifes here,

i mean, yeah.

Not better, just here. Not here either, just a little clearer,

Like cold winter,

and Kanye, sings

Oh and my nose, it's also here.

FINALS, but not the f*cked up kind.

I sure do hope my brain fluid doesn't come out of my skull,

because that wouldn't be very cool much. hi

Yumsville

Burr dash cold

When i thought of it i knew i wouldn't be able to describe what i felt right then

I knew i wasn't going to be able to find the words

adequate to say how much of what i realized i did.

I cannot believe it though,

how powerful winter really is.

OLLS, and his balls

That there is me,

and this here is Oli.

Oli's a kid.

He goes to school,

and sews.

We still don't know why the hell he swims,

or how the hell he's so funny.

He's also really smart,

and has a lot of things to say that he can't fit into his usual "rape" vocabulary

Oh, and also we look exactly the same.

Even though my hair's gone, we still share body parts and thing thoughts

This is Olls balls,

I thought he was stealing all my friends.

Somewhere in the middle of him screaming "rape," probably,

I realized he was one of my best friends.

He's really one of the greatest i've ever had.

He's one of the most genuine people i've ever encountered,

and he will be for a very long time to come.

After high school we'll most likely go on missions, then maybe end up in different parts of the nation.

But don't doubt, we'll fly to Sandals periodically and wind up spooning in a hammock with two glasses and some bubbly - minus pants.

We won't loose contact, because neither of us would ever want that.

I won't forget this kid, eva, because well, i'd blow up, probably.

One day we'll be married,

to each other,

and that will be just swell.

Happy birthday, bay watch

I love you forevssssssnutz

-Tengo

Hell- where you hate

Taken at different times,

in different settings.

My nose was probably congested,

but it's cool,

because it's not like i'm left

i'm not left, especially in hell

cause i got kids

and yeah,

my kids are here.

"Do you want to leave"?

"To where"?

"I want to leave"

"Why"

"I want to go,

to Chinese New Year"

wideeyes

Night's dark, sure

but the moon's not.

Course not.

Maybe the night's dark on the travel train with Bayley,

maybe the night's dark in the restaurant with Hayley

yum, histree

A kid

a kid

a kid

a kid like this, could,

do this.

So thanks; i like it, and i think you think i think you think you like it too

Even with hair like this, and marks like those, you do,

and i do too.

I have yet to find out what my flowers turn into

I've known this girl since third grade

she's really really one of the prettiest around

She teaches me things, and i teach her other things

we talk about things and such

on a bad day we disagree for two to three minutes

I don't know when it happened, but we've really become the best of friends

I'd tell her anything, and likewise

she's brilliant, and will change the world

I've known this girl since third grade

she's really really one of the prettiest around

I don't know when it happened, but we've really become the best of friends

<3

Origin - lovesville.

Electricity-

Electric night is here

hi

Praise the lord; my baby's okay.

Blackberries - wild shit

There's things

and berries that are good

and kids that are fun

and the pretty places

art class,

things.

And kisses, for sometimes

but mostly

just ships, that are friendly

and berries, that are good.

here.

I like my house

So does Eva

Eva likes her house

because it's her house

I like my house

I'd cry, if i was asked to

because i love my house.

Eva represents her house,

Eva is her house.

I like my house,

so does Eva.

Physiology - study of function

I need to get up and start movin'

a movin' and a groovin'

I should get the hell outta here

cause my arms are ready to explode.

That man just fell backwards into the flower beds.

We talk and we talk and we talk and we talk talk talk talk talk talk

It's talked in houses

In crop circles

In vehicles

In sun

It's talked quite almost about everywhere.

And we still love it, we do. Or more so, who it's with, maybe.

Been gettin' the one liners have I? Yes

I think they're specific to the situation, thanks.

What we want to maybe someday think about becoming sometime together is what we think about doing yesterday that we can still do today probably.

A new kid hooray

*I cried for hours when we got new linoleum -

I liked the little blue houses in each square

*I sobbed for three days into Lindsey's shoulder before she moved -

I now get similar emotions thinking about it

*I laid on my bed and cried for hours on end -

I had just gotten my first B

-I'm a sensitive kid when it comes to change, It's hard on me

Jared said, "You're obviously very confident in front of your family, but when it comes to new situations, I feel that you lack confidence."

He's right, and that's so interesting to me. Sometimes I say, "It'll work out, I'm sure we'll figure it out."

And other times I say, "I'm so very very scared."

It's interesting;

so

I've been working on it.

But tonight; I chopped off all of my hair.

Hair that was as much a part of me as anything else.

And i'm so very glad that I did.

My friends are home

My friends are home just like my sisters come and go

I'm pleased with our laughs, more than anything

I care about them, while wondering if reciprocation is in progress

and stuff

I also really am in love with them

They're cool.

My friends, they're cool.

There isn't a girl here that would make me give them up,

relations and not so related relations

Cause if there was, I'd say

screw you

Posts, hosts.

If I were writing just for myself, I wouldn't write here right here

Maybe those nots, are what I'm hoping to channel - like the tv shit.

Literature for one, is for the heart, but not for a one heart,

for the all heart.

You'll maybe like it,

and just the same you could become a book burner.

Similarly, you could like it, and not become a book burner

you could just like it.

Like a kid

At first, I wrote "I feel like i hate what i wrote, just now.

Because again, why the hell did i write it."

Those feelings are still there, as is guilt

But if something is written,

it is

and that's because it was - i don't know, and that's just -

cool

I realize now, that i like it.

I can now, like anything.

The incandescent text that we interpret

While I sat with my friendly roof company, the gradient cloudwaves started to strangle.

I looked down while in the grasp of the condensation to write, not to avoid the fight.

Wheels rolled by as did the general words,

Cloth wearers like those should be looking up, so look up.

Only then did I tell those wheels that I'm looking up,

I'm looking up at the incandescent gradient through my fingers that press what I see.

Through those fingers that press what I see, I see what I press, but only through the incandescent fingers that press what I see, can I see what I press.

Cheers, green leaves/winter thieves

"it's good to me"

"what's good to you"?

"just this, don't you feel it"?

"i'm not quite sure if i'm feeling it"

"yes, you are feeling it, it's in your hair"

"yes, it's in my hair"

"yes, it's in your hair. it's also on your eyes"

"i know, i can feel it"

To feel this wind all you've got to do is open your head, best friend.

Scared isn't a word, small child

Where the Wild Things are and english extra credit motivated me to write crazy

"Here's one monster,

Here's the second

The first monster scares you while the second remains dormant

The first monster scares you twice, while the second analyzes performance

First monster scares thrice while second gives warm advice

Saying, 'Nevermind first monster, he truly is sad

Disregard first monster, he's really not that bad.'

So as we sit here in fear,

We realize we were never scared in the first place"

Please recycle, Vietnam

If my mood needs be wasted, let it be wasted through my falsetto, f-stop

so that in fact, it won't be wasted at all.

i'll be left with nothing, besides maybe everything i want

she likes to do service. So naturally, i like her

Those few things, Dawg

"I feel that at some point almost all are able to reach this serenity, and for those who can't, I pity you. This peace, this utopia, can only come from the sub-conscious. It arrives once you've come to terms with yourself, and not before then. Others may influence for good or for bad. The good will applaud your psyche, they will stimulate your motivation. But be weary, these waves of pressure can push you negatively up a hill, a slippery ascent in which you're able to lose your footing quite easily. These are the things that haunt us, these are the things that want us. To avoid these contentious bastards, run away into a land of confidence."

Yesterday, I put music out of my mouth; i rather liked it, and so did the F*ckin Foxx