give me a reason to hurt. give me a reason to fly. im sweating my head off and i want to die. i presented today with some hellos and goodbyes. sent them off with there hamburgers and fries. woundering if the skinny ones and the fat ones cry. if a hangover gave the person one bloodshot eye. if the last person got their two banana cream pies. and why some how me and my busdriver have personal ties. that he saw me as a person instead of shallow sighs. but im still woundering how that rapper guy will get in them thighs. he will have to give her love or a bunch of lies. i bet his mother told him that the mantions he sung about where pig styes. when the old lady ate stuff they said alot of oh mys. now i ran out of things except fourteen blue skies. i know i started to pluralize them but who cares. its too hot when the sun flares. in pairs. because it tears. the airs. of the kings heirs. who are actually bears. who cares

prometheous and bob. i miss them. they should have had a spin off. i hated the monkey though. well except when he got in prometheous' ship and drove around until he knocked prometheous out and broke the camera. wish you would come and dance with me. takeing my last breath away. like those songs people sang. with the words that had a course everyone remembered. i have music playing but they are not my words. im playing songs i used to listen to. i left my self wide open. i left my self for you. i left my self wide open. i left my self. i feel it. now i remember why i used to write all the time. i hit issues. now im just remembering. mybe i should take up that girls offer to hang out with her friends. something new. its funny how people dont know you and they speculate. from your actions. i have a person i built for work now. i love playing children. its easy and fun. soon i cant though. my life is leaving me. shedding skin and building new people. stronger people. i need to work on my self again. im sleeping when i can build. i shall. im not enlightened. no. fun. rained today. exposed. i know hating what was given is bad, but it was too hard not to. i had anger. my favorite person to play. that person is great. gets what he wants and is allways on a natural high. allways right on target. well maybe a person can learn new tricks. end

every morning its pouring pain. and every where i look nothing can be seen. where did i go? what did she mean? well now there is a question i keep going over. i cant forget it because i still have to ask it. where do you live? if you know her then why are you here? she lives far away. you come all the way from there to work here? donewith the your fogar stuff. i just decided. sorry im there and back today. in a special sort of way. i dont get it. i dont.

hot and humid so it is. rainy i was told. yes it did but i didnt see that the rain was before thee. hey that wasnt bad. i have grape juice on my favorite shirt but i bet you dont care. i care because it is my favorite shirt. why you dont care you should know. you have no attachment to this shirt. you dont care if i wear it again. you might even wish i never wore it again. its a shirt who cares. i care. its like saying if your favorite shirt had grape juice on it i wouldnt care. but you would. unless you had more than one of them. then you could just wear a different shirt. still it wouldnt be the same one. do you care? you might. the shirt cost you money. maybe it did, maybe it didnt. it didnt cost me any money. unless i bought it for you. then i would care. i want you to wear that shirt. damn the grape juice.

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