speak to me, i want to. know how to speak to you.
i want to run away. because when i cant handle things, they cant handle me.
i am a packaged, i have rolled my torso compact, positioned arms and legs. where would you like me, and in what colour?
i am so so tired of keeping things. in a taperecorder, in a secret language, in some sort of cavern, my head my head my head. it almost feels, unreal or unbecoming, to spin this onto you again.
if i am a mess, at least i can admit it.
askew, you
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(giddy dreaming and amends-making and deprecating and feel-good wanting)
(i have made myself ea$ier to plea$e)
-a powerful moutain bike :(
-a pint of bailey's irish
-james; calvin and hobbbes comics
-a true chocolate eclair
-peanuts comics, foxtrot comics
-pearls before swine comics
just give me some good-feeling
-take music seriously
-dance
-(sincere) hugs, often
-less impersonal people to talk to
-honest and self-honest people to talk to
-a regular dose of live music
-to wander around cities in a foreign land
-giggling silliness
-gorgeous landscapes
