Blues and greens.

Sometimes, we will really feel the world. We'll hear everything that it is always trying to say. We can it flow right through us. And it scares us. Shakes us to the core. Because it's easy and safe to think we are all alone in the vast sky above our little brains. But there it is. Below us and above us. It's everywhere. It's going in between the very atoms of our bodies and our brains. So next time we drive, we'll put our bodies out the window again and open up and we'll feel it.

Red, the blood of angry men.

Somedays, I'll wake up and feel like I'm in the movie August Rush.
Other days, I wake up and I'm in the passion of Moulin Rouge.
On some, it's Chorus Line, all the way.


Today, I woke up and I was in Les Miserables. Mainly the part where everyone dies, which is most of it. But the ending mostly. With all the dad back up and the flag waving and the red and blue everywhere and the song just beaming. Yes, that was this morning.

High school.

Okay, listen up.

You will get lucky. Because you are hot and great in the sack.

Let's go to prom and fill in all the blasted stereotypes. Let's get drunk and have sex we think we'll remember the rest of our lives.

Beat me. Ha.

I fell down the stairs.

I got punched.

I have a hickey right on my boob turning a disgusting color.

I fell off a bench.

I scraped my leg on my car.

I slammed my hand in the front door.

I cut my leg shaving.

I'm a crash dummy.

Camel Crush

Screw my big, beautiful dress.
And my stupid diet.
And my tan.
And all that money.
Screw prom.




Let's take a drive.