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.