jennyalexander

i always thought i was smart because i was smart because i knew when to shut up. shut up.
it must have been hilarious for someone like you to see a girl like me try to formulate something intelligent and because of state of mind (aka alkohol consumption) not quite be able to reach not quite able to reach a conclusion, formulate the solution. as i've been told since i was seven, my face is a good portrayal of what i am thinking. even if it takes certain people to read it. thereof joy as a result of completion thereof completion. just that reason.

as for my heart seems made of tin, is not, so take care and consumed with seafoam,
all these beastly bungalows and endless toes and roads, we're bourne by wind to younder blue, the wild blue yonder looms.
when all we want to do is chew, and chew, dear you, drive on.

untill then i am knawing at the telephone, tight with suspence, and talking about mercy. untill silence krept over me.

watch as the trains paw at the wild wild night.
jerk at your tether, brave as a kite.