jkali
So my girlfriend got me a man purse. I guess she's my girlfriend. I took her first kiss. I've had many girls before. And I don't know what to say to her. It's pretty much a purse. She says "Look at this pouch, you can carry your stuff in it." And I say, "Well I'm just not that comfortable yet."
Come all ye persons to the land of Neverbe and look at the pretty things you have imagined in a dream. It's there for you, so kind in true: it could only be Neverbe.
What the hell is a hover? Ah, hover- kind of like a lover. The lover makes simple and cryptic statements that hover over the other lover's head. I think I'm flying right now.
He walks up the mountain eating a granny smith apple every time he arrives at the point where he can look over the whole town. He throws the apple down the hill and I think he hopes the deers will eat it. He never notices me because I'm quiet and cautious and need to eat.
We've come to an intersection
So?
Keep going I suppose
And which way? we have options.
Well I don't see any reason why not to keep going in the same direction.
But I want free will, and something tells me from my past that nothing will change from the direction.
Then turn right.
I'm going straight.
He didn't know what to order for breakfast.
"The Fried Eggs here are good."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah."
"I'm a little indecisive after smoking."
The waiter comes by and he's focusing on the music that's playing in the background.
"Last time I had fried eggs here I got really sick because they were under cooked."
"Why would you tell me that after I ordered them?" He says to her.
Time passes and they talk and he gets hungry for fried eggs with corned beef hash on the side. A woman nearby had ordered the same thing and he is excited.
Waiter comes and she places pancakes down in front of him and he looks up at her, stares for a moment, and sincerely says Thank You.
"I thought I ordered Fried Eggs."
He sat at a table outside a cafe and the streets were filled with people. He had just remembered what it was like to be foreign and what it was like for people to be natural.
I put a little coffee in my whiskey just to get that kick in the morning.
I put fire to my cigarettes to taste death on my breath.
It's all in a days work that come to find that things feel better when I'm told that they're wrong.
Childhood memories become obsolete. I wonder if I hadn't have damaged my body and mind so much as a teen I'd remember the memories. But then again maybe this happens to everyone.
A peel an orange the way I dissect a crab.
Juice sprays and my hands are sticky.
I drink water while I indulge.