...pretty sure she did.
Not that anyone cares to know this, much less needs to know, is how I'm completely antsy. My whole body is jittery. It's like: bang me, mister.
No one? Anyway.
Turns out that I'm broke. Shit bounced all over the place. I completely forgot to stop by my bank account in Louisiana. I'm such an idiot because now, calling them is worse than going there in person. Too many security precautions are involved over phone lines. My rent's late. I still got another week or so for my electric, which isn't much, but I still don't have it. Insuffient funds for electronic transfer bills, including car insurance.
Weak sauce.
But at least through it all, I still enjoy going to iShip.
I guess I'll just come clean with myself here. So, I forgot how much I loved to get high. Oh sweet, sweet Mary Jane.
This is the song I think of:
I'm thinking of a number between everything and two
she said you can find a space between my arms if you will stay
like if we ignore the system they'll just blink out and quickly
go away
she said I'll keep all the signals that you send home to me
and I'll meet you back here on the ground
it's lift off, lift off again
she's pissed off, pissed off again
moonlight brings me back again to stay
and I know if she had a way I'd always be through
tethered to a glass ring she keeps beside the phone
and never ever stepping out into
blankness and darkness, like underneath a leaf, have settled on
me here and
scraped away the sound
she said you can find a place inside my heart if you can stay
and I need you back here on the ground
it's lift off, lift off again
she's pissed off, pissed off again
moonlight brings me back again to stay
and I know if she had a way I'd always be through
tethered to a glass ring she keeps beside the phone
and never ever stepping out into
I'm thinking of a number between everything and two
moonlight brings me back again to stay
and I know if she had a way I'd always be through
tethered to a glass ring she keeps beside the phone
and never ever stepping out into
moonlight brings me back again this day
and I don't feel a thing here anymore
strings of information slowing to a stop
the tether's end is slipping from its knot
I'm stretching out in two
I'm thinking of a number between everything and two
and it's molecules of you.
...best band of the mid-to-late nineties ever. Nerd du jour.
No one? Anyway.
Turns out that I'm broke. Shit bounced all over the place. I completely forgot to stop by my bank account in Louisiana. I'm such an idiot because now, calling them is worse than going there in person. Too many security precautions are involved over phone lines. My rent's late. I still got another week or so for my electric, which isn't much, but I still don't have it. Insuffient funds for electronic transfer bills, including car insurance.
Weak sauce.
But at least through it all, I still enjoy going to iShip.
I guess I'll just come clean with myself here. So, I forgot how much I loved to get high. Oh sweet, sweet Mary Jane.
This is the song I think of:
I'm thinking of a number between everything and two
she said you can find a space between my arms if you will stay
like if we ignore the system they'll just blink out and quickly
go away
she said I'll keep all the signals that you send home to me
and I'll meet you back here on the ground
it's lift off, lift off again
she's pissed off, pissed off again
moonlight brings me back again to stay
and I know if she had a way I'd always be through
tethered to a glass ring she keeps beside the phone
and never ever stepping out into
blankness and darkness, like underneath a leaf, have settled on
me here and
scraped away the sound
she said you can find a place inside my heart if you can stay
and I need you back here on the ground
it's lift off, lift off again
she's pissed off, pissed off again
moonlight brings me back again to stay
and I know if she had a way I'd always be through
tethered to a glass ring she keeps beside the phone
and never ever stepping out into
I'm thinking of a number between everything and two
moonlight brings me back again to stay
and I know if she had a way I'd always be through
tethered to a glass ring she keeps beside the phone
and never ever stepping out into
moonlight brings me back again this day
and I don't feel a thing here anymore
strings of information slowing to a stop
the tether's end is slipping from its knot
I'm stretching out in two
I'm thinking of a number between everything and two
and it's molecules of you.
...best band of the mid-to-late nineties ever. Nerd du jour.
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