friends i know and the friends i go to.

some people are laid out like a bright glowing stick with a smiley face. they kind of act like a mirror-nightmare to a person...and act like th every best fine arts fantasy ever imagineable. laid out outside your door...in school.

then, if i don't trip a curtsey to the queen's injury firssst, i can't make it thru the crowd&

then i have friends as old and moldy as fried meat& as salty as squid& as brittle as white chalk&

then i just talk and it's just government requirements, the real routine called yesterday's homework talaga, how long the paragraphs and exactly what date to submit.

your mom and sister& your cousin and your neighbor& and your hometown and stuff&