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Hello, I'd like for us to talk, but right now is not such a great time. Maybe when it's more convenient for me and I get something out of it. We'll start off slow, maybe rides to work, that's all I can take for now. It's hard to please everyone, alright? I promise. I think I'm more happy when there's no sorries. How's it feel to have such fools attracted to you? I think I know well I know I think-- I sort of have nothing to say and if I did I'd say nothing at all. Now I'm too scared to touch a friend like you.

THE SUNNY SKY carries me to the next area of travel. Sarasota is in the mix. Listening to breezes and trees and instant messages. I begin to understand orlando. IT WILL DO. Turn this back a notch. Shot of scotch. Brilliance in being. HANDWRITING STARTS TO SMELL LIKE SATURATED FATS and penguins once again. Those little bastards eat at my picnic. WHY am i thinking of this right now? I need to make a collect call. It will do. It will do.

Waving your goodbyes with your plastic hands and century-old arctic kisses. And not a finger lifts till it all turns to shit and you all act like you're impressed. You slouch now even further down as you're wondering how a top floor could replace the heaven you once saw so well. We've built it all we've made our gods now we're locked in ourselves. Yeah! An airbag could save my life, when my lungs collapse from methane gas of melting ice caps, if it was airtight and not uptight. So laugh yourself red cause in the end I know you'll choke (if it was airtight: I know you'd choke).

I can hear her footsteps beating closer. This may be my only chance. In a shadow of doubt I doubt our shadows kissed in dance. Without lips or eyes to open or close my hand felt your heart along the cracked pavement. Ghosts go unnoticed I suppose. And I've unstitched the seams it seems this is the final farewell. I've locked myself up. Up in a room. Where willows weep. And you know every time you leave it chokes to breathe. Into a chest the blackest of blue. Where the ravens rest. Waiting to pick. Pick my heart apart. They diagnosed schizophrenia. But I know it's hypothermia. Cause this coffin's too cold without you near. To be alive's a crime when your heart's died.

Quick!
Set your traps, burn your stakes, throw your stones, we wanna feel safe.
And the mice will gnaw right through.
Board the windows, cawlk the cracks, seal the doors, cause there's a draft.
The horrid air's out to get me.
Please.
Shine your spotlights, hit the brightlights, lay off the brakes, we need to breathe.
Such short spurts, short short spurts.