“How can love change?
When do we know that our love change?”

you're the first person i've ever wanted to be so successful in their life that you would have contentment for eternity.
with so much hate for the world, a ******* teenager like me didn't know how to handle you and especially how uniquely your mind works.
still to this day if you bump or touch me ever so slightly, i can't help but to notice how well our skin feels together, and i realize i only need you more than i did the second before that short minute of wonderful fate occurs.
what else? you are so ******* beautiful. i've never seen so much beauty in one person before i accidentally glanced at you on that one rainy morning.
days go by and still i don't have you. you don't need to be careful. you are so brilliant. you could light up the night sky with your stunning smile in addition with your eyes.. you don't even want to try to admit to your little perfections.
but it's okay baby. i promised you with those little songs i wrote and those words i said that i'll get better and i'll love my own self just as much as i love you.
you'll never beat him. i'll make sure of it. but you are so persistent and lonely, you'll learn how to drive and i'm anxious.
every part of you was in my possession and i had never been that happy before. but since i ******* up so badly, i can't blame you for not wanting a romance. and for blaming me for most of the bad **** that goes on nowadays.
i'll try so hard for you.
trust me on this one baby,
i got this.

Ugh
I fall in love
With everyone
And I mean EVERYONE
My heart can
Only hold so much.
Can only beat
So many be
Ats at a time
Fast slow
It doesn't matter
It's both
Keep up
I will
We
W ill
V ie
I love you
I may not
Know you
But I do
And I know
You could
Love
Me
2
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Hallucinating Bureaucracies and auditory Hallucinations : When the voice in your head speaks when you don't want it to, to head's of State not present. I could snuggle in bed if I wanted to, but I've got to orchestrate and reorganize the Clinton dowry. It started outright with trying on a purple, yellow, and blue button down shirt that had Scabies in the sleeve- and now you're all going to know why Mr. and Mrs. Obama don't want to talk to me about potentially increasing livestock traffic across the Americas. I think could practice will follow from such a manure, I mean maneuver. I pick up 10 or so bottles of plastic single-serve water for consumption in my apartheid room. It's awful in here. The gold disappears from the mines, and even the hands I used to work with are blurring up in the twister, and as much as you call or don't call I have no business managing your intentions- only mine. Some barrge of women over thirty. But still there isn't a problem. The river is beginning to flood, and the fishery's stockpile is running low. Maybe we ought to empty out an African mass grave and fill it with blacklists of co-conspirators and then make a drake or a flume out of the narrow walkways between the cities. Then maybe we'll have water to last us through the dry season.----------------------------------------------------------­--------------------------------- Where in the world is Sam in Hammond, Can Diego? Forklifting pillars, bribing monkeys, playing with his Mickey Mouse and Michelob, catching the taller, eighteen and up crowd catch the last car riding the rapid drop from Space Mountain through, "It's a Small World After All:"  

It's a world of laughter a world of tears, it's a world of hopes and a world of fears. There's so much that we share, that it's time we're aware- it's a small world after all."  

And then he takes the biggest gulp of water into his mouth that I've ever seen the man take, and he puts it in a small cooler that's strapped to the back of his calf, and he swears to me that the aeroplanes are going to come loop around, and when they do their glorious water-landing, he and I, or rather, the both of us, will be saved. Saved, hm? I don't even bother sharing insights or my insides. I quickly flash him the most-pod horrific a tryst that irons down a photo of Egon and I back in the Old City, what was it, Chicago, or something that very much sounded like Chicago. Could be totally awesome and I'll chime in that now is the time when we do our work best. That's all. Intrepid,

He weeps his heart, and hangs his head,
He doubles back, and follows her back to bed,
She says, " Some homes are towns and lives, while others wear their homes inside." And he keeps up though he's kept out, the volatile, the sudden frown.
She makes up the cupcakes but they're never vegan are they? No they're never vegan are they?

He makes a gift, and wrings his thumbs, the bubble bath, the tepid tub,
Outside where the rains have gone long, something gives him something strong,
And he picks up where he had left off, the trouble is he doesn't know when to back off, and the cupcakes aren't vegan, sweet and such spectacular, but they really aren't eaten, now that they've been made with eggs. No the cupcakes aren't vegan, though they are quite delicious. And he loves her forever, though he never eats again. No he never eats again. No he never eats again.