in rain, the summer sky and the ocean blue and green

crosspost; but i don't have any new content until next week.

the celluoid's been cut before, ive said this before and ive been given what for for a no reason excuse get out of my life get out of my hair excuse excuse me ive tried and im not dead but maybe i could if i wanted to be, so far along the road/path of excusing myself from getting by getting by getting over you not so far but so far thats not all this is about dont count on it.

tiny castles and sand castles built in a couple of days and swept somewhere on a 22 minute television program that insiced and applied modern day avant garde physics conceptual jargonesque skylarky to so much that should (could must arent) be. (are). or can't be, maybe you have things to do today and everyday when you wake up next to whomever or whoever that wakes up next to someone that isnt exactly you anymore. eat your grains of salt and don't ask for pepper cause im not so safe anymore, its anymores that you gave and anymores that you kept and youll keep them for a long long time. from i want i want me mine self to you you you alone or however-- happiness that i want i want, from me directly stabbed into your heart place for yourself or whomself or himself or whomeverself.

you can feel this and if i cant help you i cant and if i can i need you to ask me because ive been so pre-empted by yourself before. besides be sides yourself who is there when your eyes close and who do you make to stand before you. get themself to make you the something that it is you wanting.