pudding

*makes loud, wet fart sound*

Sometimes it's like, OMG LT Forgot To Use His Capitals! And then it's like, Whoa.

dat.

It's like...
It's like...
...living in the middle of the ocean with no future, no past. And everything that's good right now, well, I don't wish for it to last. I step through brilliant shades; every color you bring. This time, this time, this time is fine, just as it it.

And today is whatever I want it to mean.

... staying Up All Night!

Raiiiiiiiin on your wedding daaaaaayyy.
A freeeeeeeeee ride when you've already paiiiiid.
Some good adviiiiice that you just can't taaaaaake

And who would have thought...

This stabbing, itching, creepy crawling thing on my FACE.

I have shingles. Again.

Betting your life on the roll of the dice.

Its like that

McDonald's french fries.

You're the windshield. Or the bug. Or the bug on the windshield or, like, the moth and the candle or some other insect metaphor. You know. Like that. Ants, man.

That time at that party, on Avenue A, where your skinhead friend passed out for several hours on the bathroom floor, and I wrote my number on a soggy paper towel. . . does any of this ring a bell?

Sometimes, it's like... I dunno, man. Y'know? Yeeeeah.

Sometimes It's Like....
sometimes it's like
the start of a movie
the one in the desert
the one with the long road

sometimes it's like
the start of a story
the girl in the movie
the one with the long hair

And sometimes you know
the ceiling of your bedroom
is a long road and a desert
when she moves against you
in her sleep

Who is the sleeping giant
the one that took over the island
the gigantic claws that wrecked Manhattan

call out the army
the senator's screaming
she touches your shoulder
and tells you you're dreaming
again

and sometimes its like
you find yourself back there
walking that long road
the movie is ending
the credits are rolling
the girl's back at the car
waiting
for you
waiting
for you

to return

LT 3-24-09

*snaps fingers*

Deep, man.