Tuesday, March 13, 2012

the s (:

My feet are cold. Let's take medicine. The table just vibrated. Cookie dough please. Table vibrating, feet colding, cookie doughing medicine. Sure, moron. Forget new year's resolutions. My throat has been shrinking, give me yogurt. Write a song about giving me yogurt. On a horse. A white one. Don't drink the coffee, or kool-aid that is of certain violet coloration. However, violent coloration may be perfectly acceptable. Maybe. Ask Simon. Please appreciate your hands. They type, they write, they hold, the hit, they grasp, they push, they pull, they give, they take, they harm, they mend, they comfort, they abuse, they discourage, they love, they fix, they destroy, they tear down, they build. Such complexities that we ignore. Use them wisely, please dear. Edward has scissors. Turn on the light. Leave it on. Hiding nothing, ever. Let that change your world. Make a world of your own. Forget criticism. Imagine like a child. Create like a child. Stop caring so much, like a child. Stop thinking about children. Tarantula.

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