"clasp the card and hold on tight,
clap off the tap of your limp limb and snap my fist into place."
the words in her head are jumbled up so much and tightly knitted,
the burst of comforting feelings known for him will be painful.
a truth be told for a expected accomplish to win him back.
snapping back into relaity,
she is thinking about saying in a outlandish tone to bring the attention over to the problem in public,
a tactic of embarrassment,
his cheeks turn red,
knowing that he is making a big deal for something worth in private discussion,
she says
"i don't hate you, i don't hate you", to him.
she could scream it in repeat twelve times,
and he would like that and she knew so she did.
twelve times "I don't hate you, I don't hate you".
then everything was over and back to walking into the entrance of the subway uptown train 6 to astor place for a cheap slice of pizza.
Monday, March 23, 2009
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Yeah I re-made. Needed a place to put thoughts. It was getting a little too crowded in my brain.
Hmm.. This is like my second brain with 100gb of storage space. Too bad I got rid of my last one though.
Oh well. New Form.
Check out failblog.org
It's givin me quite a few good laughs.
You might like.
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