huh
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
I asked,
"What is it like to be perfect?"
And you answered,
".. you really think that I'm perfect?"
I answered,
"No. Well, yeah. That's why I'm asking, duh. You do too much fishing."
And then,
"You think I'm perfect? How's this for perfect..."
I can't breathe properly. Proximity is lost. I can't think. I'm high.
*BRIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING*
Hello, new school year. I hate you, by the way.
smiled at the sun again @ 8:25 AM,