well we've been trying to show Aaron around town (he's on his second day in this shit hole) so we tried to infiltrate a ghost tour going through downtown, a ghost tour, in york!?! whatttt?!?! those things are for Gettysburg and not for here. I suppose that's a really good reason why this tour was boring and we just walked about rather than truely messing with it.
ms. Mercie called and asked if we'd come out to baltimore and have a glorius Denny's night out there. so what did we do? of course we piled in the car and went to baltimore.
jason got hit on by a regular at that Denny's so he wasn't with us most of the few or more hours we were there. It was myself, Shaun, Aaron, Jason, Mercie, BodyBagRomance, GentlemanCaller, White trash Matt, and i think that was all, sorry if i forgot anyone....
mike had gone to the ottobar before coming to denny's. mike deserves a kick to the face for making me nervous lololol. thank you mike. we are going to some art show tonight that should be fun.
i've noticed recently the way i talk to people has changed. (not including how much more facetious and diatribical i am) but i talk more in person now than on the internet. it used to be vice versa.
so my deal is i have crushes for inspiration a lot of the time. and if something comes into play that taints the crush status.. whether it be actual introduction, dating, stop seeing this person... my writing becomes fucked. so i am now on the lookout for a new crush. thanks mike.... haha
Lesson Planning
reciprocation seems neccessary
so noble...
having intentions is courageous
especially when aimed towards.....
it shouldn't be for me.
and you're my drug of choice
fear,
the best anti-drug to date
and the only chemical imbalance i have
is the thoughts of you
sightseeing is adding up
the nervousness is multiplying
if you subtract your smile
my night would divide
it's a logical situation
yet, my equations are out of place
it sums up
my theory entitled bashful
equals another day of lonely
and this is just kind a stream of conscious thing i wrote..
channeling a ghostwriter, sing-song in verse my life.
i'm lost right now. so many directions to choose from at these forks in my road. like an overloaded utensil drawer, too many familiar pieces and i can't pick just one to be the favorite. they all look the same. it's all the same. a drawn out memory. place them all in history. [ancient history]
can you understand me? am i intimidating? say yes or no. it doesn't matter.
it's all the same.
the minutes ticking, my breath exhaling. every time, it's everyday
my ears are burning ringing. i'm hoping wishing wanting
and i, i, and i'm in knots
enclose this noose
the floor beneath me fades
take my order, you've already taken my breath away
intoxicating, intoxicated.
the chamber hollow
one round spinning
write me a lullaby
i already dream of you....
yeeup i'm silly... borderline pathetic... but it's great i think. because if i wasn't what the hell would i have to write about all those hours i sit at dennys?
edited b/c my spelling sucked
ms. Mercie called and asked if we'd come out to baltimore and have a glorius Denny's night out there. so what did we do? of course we piled in the car and went to baltimore.
jason got hit on by a regular at that Denny's so he wasn't with us most of the few or more hours we were there. It was myself, Shaun, Aaron, Jason, Mercie, BodyBagRomance, GentlemanCaller, White trash Matt, and i think that was all, sorry if i forgot anyone....
mike had gone to the ottobar before coming to denny's. mike deserves a kick to the face for making me nervous lololol. thank you mike. we are going to some art show tonight that should be fun.
i've noticed recently the way i talk to people has changed. (not including how much more facetious and diatribical i am) but i talk more in person now than on the internet. it used to be vice versa.
so my deal is i have crushes for inspiration a lot of the time. and if something comes into play that taints the crush status.. whether it be actual introduction, dating, stop seeing this person... my writing becomes fucked. so i am now on the lookout for a new crush. thanks mike.... haha
Lesson Planning
reciprocation seems neccessary
so noble...
having intentions is courageous
especially when aimed towards.....
it shouldn't be for me.
and you're my drug of choice
fear,
the best anti-drug to date
and the only chemical imbalance i have
is the thoughts of you
sightseeing is adding up
the nervousness is multiplying
if you subtract your smile
my night would divide
it's a logical situation
yet, my equations are out of place
it sums up
my theory entitled bashful
equals another day of lonely
and this is just kind a stream of conscious thing i wrote..
channeling a ghostwriter, sing-song in verse my life.
i'm lost right now. so many directions to choose from at these forks in my road. like an overloaded utensil drawer, too many familiar pieces and i can't pick just one to be the favorite. they all look the same. it's all the same. a drawn out memory. place them all in history. [ancient history]
can you understand me? am i intimidating? say yes or no. it doesn't matter.
it's all the same.
the minutes ticking, my breath exhaling. every time, it's everyday
my ears are burning ringing. i'm hoping wishing wanting
and i, i, and i'm in knots
enclose this noose
the floor beneath me fades
take my order, you've already taken my breath away
intoxicating, intoxicated.
the chamber hollow
one round spinning
write me a lullaby
i already dream of you....
yeeup i'm silly... borderline pathetic... but it's great i think. because if i wasn't what the hell would i have to write about all those hours i sit at dennys?
edited b/c my spelling sucked
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Wanted:
Untaintable aluminum acquaintance
For mild to middling can-I-be-crushing-you.
Must be able to backfloat for long
Exclamation points of time
Whilst my consciousness is streaming.
Precarious balancing abilities a must,
Unless you perspire inspiration in tiny droplets
When conversation inevitably precipitates.