And I guess that I could quote Bright Eyes or Alysia Harris, but they are insufficient for this moment. So, I'll settle instead for starting my sentences with "and" and "maybe" and I'll say things I'll regret later, because everyone wants to be like Charlie even if he does do drugs.
We all want to help in the end, and that's all he wanted to do. But, people don't help people and Barbara knows that. No matter how many times we watch Yentl we will still be here in my car at three in the morning. It's all ok except for there's blood in my mouth and I'm laughing. I like it though. I like the iron on my tongue and the fact that it's a part of me now. I'll just morph into Yves Klein and show you things that aren't here, because then you'll run away and that's the last thing that I want. This is really hilarious, because I'm so fried I'm not even addressing a body with this. It's pointless, but maybe it will gain meaning later. Like Nagata always says. Maybe that's how the past was too. Except I can't decided what meaning to give it. I don't know if it should be called "Mercy" or "Messed Up". Maybe, we can even slip "Niave" and "Karma" in there on Tuesdays and Thursdays. I think that'd be real nice.
It's only been three hours since I was last awake and I'm waking up again and there's some green on my canvas and I'm throwing it away. I know that's not the right thing to do, but there's some coffee beans stuck in the corners and a bell ringing in my eyes.
It has to happen.
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