Sit up straight, I'm on a double date.
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My hair looks so childish. It has the hook like Lucas from Mother 3. Maybe I should bleach it blonde and wear his lame little outfits.
The windows are getting dirty. I think someone should clean them. We should probably clean them. I think a lot of things are getting dirty in my life and I think it all needs cleaning. I know you've been offering to help. I know you've been suggesting for a long time now to stop using the closet as a hiding place for my junk but that's just what I'm used to. I don't want you to help me clean. I don't need you to help me clean. I think I want to just sit and feel filthy.
We can go down to the carnival and look at all the old couples. We can look. We can watch. We can stare. We can talk about what we never were. I don't see myself being 70 with anyone sharing Candyfloss. I always found it strange the only choices are ever blue or pink. Once I asked my Father for a different colour because he was running the Candyfloss machine at the school fair and he mixed the two and made me purple. My father made me purple Candyfloss because why not? He could.
I know this is a pen. I know how to count by threes. There's no way I'd forget what comes after seventeen. I'll tell you how to play poker, rummy and solitaire. I could probably teach you how to build a home personal pc. I could teach a puppy how to sit, how to shake hands/paws, run and be silly but I can't teach anyone how to love. If I'm lucky I'll be able to go a long time without seeing another mind die. I don't want to be scarred. I'm too tough to be hurt. I'm too strong to cry.
Penny. Nickle. Dime. Quarter. Half-Dollar. Dollar. The half-dollar was obviously shafted. He's the younger brother of the dollar. He will always live in the shadow of the Bill. See what I did there?
One day I think I'll dump everything at University and move onto bigger and better things like the seven seas. Men among men will teach me anything and everything they know. I'll be able to tie so many knots and trust me, you'll see, I will arrive at a new dock somewhere in the caribbean with a better mindset or will I? Whenever I plan out tomorrow, yesterday tries its best to sneak up on me. Oh yesterday, you had your time and your chance but now today is here to show me the path and whether it's right or wrong I can always look towards tomorrow in hope I'll stay strong.
Jesus H. Christ
HIS LAST NAME IS CHRIST?
No silly.
Oh, look out!
Didn't anybody tell her?
So we're heading down to Philly to show the rents what it's like to be on your own and I don't think they're really ready to hear about all of the antics of my half-witted sister. I say she's half-witted because this one well, you know what, ask her why I call her, it makes for a better story after she tells your HER side.
Didn't anybody tell her?
Didn't anybody see?
Sundays on the phone to Monday.
Tuesdays on the phone to me.
Oh Tuesday, you're such a fucking slut.
Loud drums. Heavy bass.
I always picture myself, sitting there, staring at you in disbelief. Your mouth is moving a mile a minute, everything you're saying is meaningless, artifical, plastic credit card bullshit that you keep using and damn, well your payment is going to be so huge, I really don't think you will ever be able to afford to pay me back for all that time you wasted, wait what? I will always get coffee because I can't enjoy coffee anymore, and I need something that will last me forever so I can focus so much time and energy on that. Say something stupid? Sip. Retard? Sip. Mind-blowing dumb? Sip. Crazy? Sip. You'veGottaBeKiddingMe? Sip. Sip. Sip. Sipppp. I'll make sure of it that you always leave before me. I'll need to sit there and sip on that coffee while you're gone. "I can't believe she said all of that."
If you always get up late, you'll never be on time.
I'll be doing something important someday. I will be branding a piece of the World. I'll be building bridges, buildings and communication webs with my bare hands. That's speaking figuratively, don't let it get to your head. No, I will not be a construction worker. No, I will not be a social worker. I will be a crafter. Not of fine arts or pottery but of the social structors we'll need to thrive. Thrive. I love that word. I will thrive.
The kids are on fire in the bedroom.
If I do build an empire, I wonder if one day I'll just throw it away and hand it to the people, just to send a message to the other Kings and Queens. Everything you have will return to them. The heights of your tallest buildings will crumble and taste the ground. Your throne can't stay in the clouds forever. No peace treaty will remain war free. Up = Down. You need balance in your life. You can control somethings but not everything. Even with Legos and Play-doh, you can't do everything. You can't control it all. You're limited, the directions never say instruct that.
Oh come on, you knew from the beginning the concert had to end. The fireworks had to stop. Enjoy them while they last. Smell that flower, that rose, that violet before it dies. Your favorite musician won't see 99 neither will your parents. It's all stepping stones. It's all bricks in the wall. It's all building points.
What am I ever getting? I was told tonight, I'm rationale. I'm focused. I was raised properly to respect my surroundings. Most of the people my age don't. I criticize that and I yell. I bash and complain. I rip to shreds everything around me in hopes of understanding. Why? Why? Why? I'd tear it apart to the DNA if I could. I'll bring it to the Pearly Gates in the end if I can. I'm beginning to think, this is normal though. This is how it's supposed to be. I'm ahead of the game but I might be losing out on the time where the freedom is there for the calling before it's taken away.
This Is Life There Are No Right Answers
It's all a system. It's all their system. It can be your system if you choose to accept it but you don't have to. You do not have to play the game. Nothing forces you to play the game. You choose every day to roll the dice. You choose continuously over and over to keep picking up those cards. Take and play the hand you're dealt or fold and go home. You can even go all in if you'd like, I won't force you how to play your hand, I might suggest it, I might scream it, but I will never force you to play a hand you don't want to play. I might scold you tonight, tomorrow, for a year or forever about how you shouldn't have played that hand or how you should have but you know what, in the end, on my death bed, I will not take any of those moments to heart because it was your hand and you ultimately decide how it is played. Don't let anyone else play your hand.
Go out there and make a name for yourself.
Bring back the Wild West if you must.
There's nothing wrong with wearing a scarf. I find them stylish. I find them cute. I find them warm and everything in between. I love having a scarf that was made for me, made for someone and passed down through a salvation army to get to me. I love purple ones and blue ones and even pink, orange and green ones. I love them in the cold. I love them in the heat. I love thick and thin. I love short ones and ones that go down to my knees. They're comfortable. They're warm. They make me think of home and the ones I love and the ones that love me. I love to nap in them.
God made the Automobile.
Oh baby baby baby please, how long am I supposed to wait? I think about you nightly, oh can you tell I'm losing sleep? What am I supposed to do? It's hard to stay cool, when you smile at me, I get nervous everytime you speak.
My bed is too big for just me.
My bed, actually, is just perfect for me.
Did you know that I'm going to own this town someday and I'll change its name. I'll burn it down and start a new. I'll remove all traces of you because that is how I want it.
One day I'll paint the town your favorite colour and burn it down because well, simply that is how I roll.
Let's run away together.
You're not the Princess I grew up with.
What did you do with our Queen?
I ATE HER!?!?!
Blow out that Cherry Bomb, for me?
I love birthday cakes, I love cakes in general. The cake is not a lie and I hate to break the news to you but it's not funny. Memes are funny for a week. A month, tops. Well, that is according to my personal opinion.
According to my two cents, I have twenty pennies.
You're wrong, I'm right. He's lost. She's gone.
