we, the cool kids.

am i blind to the people who don't have a face?

dominican in the zip up against a brick wall

pirate with glasses

queen of hong kong

boy with cheyennes

me with the sightless eyes

up and up.

my head hurts

so i wont read anymore

but go to bed

goodnight

dugout.

tonight we are here

surrounded by bar code geniuses and asian rastafarians

straight from my life

for i am glad i got off the couch

and took experience off the wall

saw a little

now i smell a little

but sweat and smoke are rich with color

natural life taking place

for i know better than to get as many numbers as i can and forget about the true meaning of friendship

so keep me open

keep me crazy

keep me loving

and worshipping in my own way.

with all my love.

we are forever ago never occurring but in a distant dream full of old colors and twisted mental schemes

life should happen starting now.

yeeeeeeeeah i can't sleep. i tried. my mind is going crazy reflecting and thinking about my last time for everything before my definition of everything changes. so change already... because i'm sick of waiting.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vdvlf6rJC7I&ob=av2n

one, two, three, four, five, and six.

one more detour and you are done. two more nights and you are out. three more pairs of jeans that don't look quite right.

i move, you move. never will i admit it. dashingly i will avoid all fabrications of your mind, and breathing hard for the last time we shall fall fall fall back.

four people once judged me. five people once hurt me. and six?

six means nothing. just a number on a die that has no control and represents yet another one of my unreasonable fears for having no trust for my split ankles and twisted balance.

tell me what to believe and for once i will take your word as truth. for i am gullible, but not quick to trust.

french.

we hit a bunny on the way back from the park

you asked why i couldn't stay out

i told you i was too young

you left

we remembered sharing smoke