all the great ideas! there, slice of your pocket... grand mischief ( i oughta show you the rest of the foul play i recorded that year). who cares dear. put your life back in your box and move away like i did, just don't talk anymore. at all. ever. you have a certain way of bringing up all of the things i'd rather fuck than hear about. get my drift. that was not a QUESTION. that was a statement. so do it. i'm sorry that i ever invited anyone at all.

ok. but the reality of it is that i didn't invite that many of people. they invited me and i accepted. and i take it back.

see. i take it back and nothing's changed. so i take it back and don't take it back over and over until i can't remember a cause at all for any of this rumble in my mind.

oh yeah. wait. yeah i remember.

i just am so pissed at your pursuasive, languid thoughts.

and i don't appreciate your tone.

tonal miscarraige on a phone. it was like a seizure. really.

you open your mouth and it's like you are emptying a vaccum bag out into my throat and drinking a tall glass of iced water while doing so.

oh yeah.

and you are a slutty annoyance.