9:08 p.m. - 2003-08-23
yea he is an it from now on
shot to the moon been here a half an hour and i want to come home soon
the only rocketeer in the whole damn place
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how high when your visions ryhme
the face of a kitty like a face of a human
brat cat
in this day of led zeppelin history
nothing but pink-pussied puppies sunny days and sparklers
banjos coming in through the broken window
i opened my eyes to the smell of burning leaves and snow
and realized the sun was burning me on the asphalt
my past overwhelming in sitting and thinking for a while and realizing you still die
what are you doing laying on the grass in the summer with a sun burn trying to count all the people youve ever met in your life
did i even know myself in those gaps of breath
the ones i cant remember because i must have been somewhere or someone else
running the track in a sweat suit its so cold and it smells like burning leaves
window air
free air
flowing hair
floral laundry care
the memories of imagining other peoples lives
remember pretending you were driving an f150 or really doing it in the back of a trailer cleaning it out with windex and feeling nothing but time
screaming and driving
peanut butter and jelly
bugs and fish
so you probably have an eating disorder
it called me a virus but decided to spread its eating disorder
so ask me about being fat
i will give you some statistics
