Lets drink together and sway under the rain, i'd like my colors, my keys and my eyes back. The smells, the pictures and ability to open doors are all dissapearing. Im sending letters to certain people to let them know that we are allies. Im not sure how we got here but its all true, true and maybe even sincere. if i look at the things on my side theres nothing but linear notes, pens, pens, cds, elastic bands, a cup of water, a phone, speakers, dust, light, dust and cards. The scenery should be crossed out, and exchanged with better more beautiful things. I woke up today morning staring at my cieling unsure of where i was. Then i wrote a biography for our ''musical group'' while listening to track you down. That is this, this is it. bitter sweet notes can force one to fall asleep in the morning and the night. The nights are getting misty. my covers are drenched in whatever i think about before falling asleep. Walking into my room makes me cold and the large space is covered in papers and reminders of churchill. False Advertising makes my heart explode, im leaving my house in the next 20 minutes. To take walks and involve myself in other clichés like riding downhill on an old bike while listening to broken social scene. Staying in the same room for too long eats you up and then makes you realize how insignificant you are. I'd like to be on the news, for this i may burn down some buildings and write a book. Summer is said to be of rooftops, sex appeal and carnivals. All i'm seeing is people glued together from fear of being alone. Im clearing up my throat and clearing up my eyes, to feel less tired and start living to spend the time i have.
[the huckabees soundtrack sweeps you up]
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Submission Name: June 18th [of nothing better]
