January 2010
7 posts
Run it back to the drawing board- back to being bored, I’m running so far back you could just hit record I’m a running back so let me rush. this. thing. accordingly, there goes a Piglet I think I tore his hamstring, you would like to watch but you missed that screen. You do brain storms, I write cyclones- they look like My Clones you couldn’t tell the difference if you hit their...
and you wanted to dance?
she had light eyes, the kind that never shimmer because they move so light. Over my face and fingertips twirling a pen, eyes so light- they’d take naps in a dimple, and beg, just a little, For a kiss, a hug, a hold, a pint, maybe a fight. maybe she is right… nope. a dance is what she’ll get tonight.
Left-right to and from each other this box has four corners and eight sides...
formspring?
You’re like a truth box that doesn’t hide how easy you make stalking.
P.S. I totally made one, too awesome not to, amirite?
I know the pieces fit cause I watched them fall...