I imagine a world different from what it actually is.
It is my dream.
He was in my dream last night, just like he has
been every day and night for the past month.
It was so real
The way his hand lightly touched my back
to wake me up.
Oh, god, you mock me.
Am I real?
I am a jealous god.
You would know my rage if I could snap.
She moved her whole body when she snapped--
her head her arms her foot
Just embodying that feeling.
I'm sure she likes him
but she doens't know what I had.
After all, what is that quality that is
so arresting?
It's swiftness
It's the ordeal
It's high energy
It's your stubbled chin scratching the desk.
I wonder how long it will last.
Just 'til the rain comes I suspect.
Dot
Bum Bum Bum
Dee doddle doo
Tay
I wonder.
I wonder why the flowers still bloom
even in times of disappointment and sorrow.
I wanted to invite Richard to my party.
There was jazz music.
And not to mention that fuzzy toy,
'cause Sammy likes it soft.
At that party he plays the
[sex]aphone.
I imagine that the Terminator is Stout,
yelling
I WANT MY WITCH BACK!
I WANT MY GIANT BACK!
But I told him all along,
"Don't give up your own witch."
That's what I told him,
'Cause you gotta make connections:
that's my goal--is
to slow people down.
Scan and grab
Scan and grab.
The horse was pissing in the stable right next
to where I was sleeping.
That party of one took his hat off.
I covered my lips with my hands
so I wouldn't say those words
I wanted to say.
So I wouldn't act how
I really wanted to act.
I imagine me happy
I imagine you happy
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